Life Before Fogelbo
family life, before we moved to Portland, was simple compared to today’s standards. My parents moved to Wallow County in northeastern Oregon
during World War II. We first lived in a
large Victorian house in Enterprise, Oregon. The house
had no central heating, which meant we had to rely on large wood and coal
stoves. My father, who had a flair for
original names, called the place, “Chateau de Igloo” because it was so cold
during the winter.
were quite self-sufficient as my father was an avid hunter. We ate nearly all kinds of wild game; deer,
elk, pheasant and ducks. A large garden
provided much of our fruits and vegetables.
There was a big barn near the house where we kept a cow that provided us
with dairy products. Much of what we
used was strictly rationed during the war.
father was USDA Forest Ranger for the Joseph District. During the summer we would stay
in beautiful hand-crafted log homes (ranger stations) for short lengths of
time. My father would often spend time
on horseback visiting remote ranches and parts of his Forest District. Part of his District was the spectacular
Hell’s Canyon. He would stay with local
ranch families while riding from ranch to ranch.
mother taught piano, mostly classical music, in Enterprise, Joseph and Lostine. She was employed by the Lostine School District to teach their students piano in the old stone
schoolhouse. The whole town attended her
musical programs. Both my mother and
father drove through unbelievable snowstorms and slick roads to reach their
destinations. Winters lasted six months
with bitter cold temperatures and large amounts of snow.
parents bought two acres of land at the foot of Wallow Lake
in 1946. There they were to build their
dream home. The home was built in two
stages. Our home was the first of a
number of homes that were constructed at the foot of the lake. Water was in short supply at first as the
water system for the subdivision was not completed. This meant that we had to haul our water in
10-gallon milk cans to our home that first summer. The first months we had to use an improvised
outhouse, which was a real work of art.
That first summer we nearly lost everything due to a raging grass
fire. Fortunately the wind changed
direction, causing the fire to bypass our home.
Men from the nearby town of Joseph soon arrived on the scene to help my poor mother and
a few frantic neighbors.
town of Joseph consisted of about 850 people, not counting dogs,
cats and chickens. My walk to and from
the old stone two-story schoolhouse was over a mile. In 1948 my parents finished constructing a
large beautiful 140-foot-long home with a spectacular view of Wallow Lake. This area of northeastern Oregon is called the Switzerland of America. Even though the first year at the lake was
rather difficult, life was very enjoyable for me as a child.
summers were filled with friends making our own entertainment. As kids we had a village on top of the hill
overlooking the lake. We played Indians
with tepees, costumes and covered wagons.
During Chief Joseph days, the local roundup, the Nez Perce Indians would camp at the
foot of the lake. Old Chief Joseph’s
grave was not far from our home.
The Early Years at Fogelbo
the summer of 1950, my father accepted a position as Oregon’s Chief Road Engineer for the Bureau of Land
Management. This government agency owns
large tracts of Federal forest land in Oregon. My father,
during his 18 years with this agency, was responsible for the basic road system
involving hundreds of millions of dollars.
He would, on occasion, go to Washington, DC for Congressional hearings and would frequently meet
with County Commissioners and local officials.
Mother continued teaching piano lessons and became very involved with a
number of cultural and social organizations.
We first rented a house on SW Hamilton Street, until we bought our current property on Oleson Road, April 1, 1952.
remember the day well, as it was an exciting event for the family. We did much of the moving ourselves, except
for the large furniture. It was
springtime and the plum trees were in full bloom as we had a late spring that
year. The house seemed particularly very
large to me. My mother was fortunate
enough to find our log home when she was “home searching” for us to
relocate. We were also interested in a
large brick home on Oleson
Road. This log home had a certain rustic attraction
to us, being of Swedish background. We
had, in the past, lived in log Ranger Stations during the summers in Wallow County. We purchased the log home from
a Frank Beers, an Oregon State Policeman.
We were the third owners of the home.
The first owner was Herman Olson, the brother to Oscar, and then Oscar
and Alma Olson. Oscar Olson was born
October 18, 1879 in Sjoby, Småland,
Sweden and immigrated with his parents, John and Elma Olson, to Progress,
Oregon, where they had a farm. Oscar was
a policeman for the City of Portland. They had the home built during the
1930's. The house was an example of the
type of architecture that was used between the 1900s and 1940s in many of the
National Park Lodges (Newman) 2002. The
house itself is more of a Norwegian construction with whole logs.
house and two acres of land were bought for $16,500, a rather large amount of
money for that time. The house had
little landscaping. Most of that
property was wilderness and considered to be in the country. My father cut down 12 large fir trees and
blew and burned out the stumps. I still
remember the cans of oil on a tripod dripping oil on the glowing fire. My father had a great fear that these trees
would blow down on the house. Most
likely they would have during the Columbus Day storm of 1962. My parents then proceeded to plant extensive
lawns and many varieties of shrubs and flowers.
Father also planted an orchard with a great variety of fruit trees and
berries. The trees included plum,
cherry, three varieties of apple, nut trees, peach, apricot and prune. We had blueberries, strawberries,
raspberries, boysenberries, currants, gooseberries and blackberries.
a few years, my mother had more than 150 varieties of dahlias, and a great
selection of iris, annuals and perennials.
Much of their spare time was spent laboring on our grounds. We occasionally hired some of the work done
on more extensive projects. I named our
place, “The Fogelquist Slave Labor Camp,” as I was often behind the mower or
hoe. With the beautification of our property,
the taxes doubled from $100 to $200 a year because we had made so many improvements. Needless to say, my father was very upset
with Washington County politics.
neighbors were a very friendly and interesting group of individuals. Many of them were second generation
Europeans, particularly Scandinavian.
Some had lived in the area since the 1920's, when the big Red Electric
inter-urban streetcars and trains passed through our neighborhood. All our neighbors were avid gardeners, having
retained their original land holdings of one to three acres. We all refused to sell to developers, and
much of the neighborhood remains the same.
Originally there was a farm on the Richard Olson property. There was an old brick well and an orchard at
that location. The Cardboro
family owned the property where most of the immediate neighborhood is now
located. The subdivision was referred to
as Cardboro Acres.
It was subdivided sometime during the 1920's. The area was logged sometime around
1915. Our neighbors were the Carl R.
Hansen family, Joe Roshak family, the Dean Bristow
family, and the Richard Olson family.
Richard Olson’s uncle, Herman Olson, had our home built. It is not known if he lived in the house or
sold it to his brother, Oscar Olson. It
is unusual that a number of their children and grandchildren are still living
on or near their parents’ property. I
attended Garden Home Grade School. My class was
in the older section of the building constructed in 1910. Garden Home was an important junction for the
Oregon Electric Trains and the inter-urban streetcars that went through much of
Tualatin Valley. Garden Home consisted of an old
wooden two-story store, western style post office and a garage, which had
formerly been a livery stable. There was
the old Methodist Church on Garden
Home Road. This building is now part of the West Hill
Unitarian Fellowship, just a few blocks from Fogelbo. There are a few older homes in the area. The elite of Garden Home lived in what was
called the Hunt Club, which adjoined the Frank Estate. The Hunt Club included many beautiful homes,
a riding school and stables. The complex
all burned in a spectacular fire in the 1960's.
the junction of Hall
(formerly HWY217 and Oleson
the community of Bradley’s Corner. There
Ed Busch had his market. That was our
closest grocery store. The old Bradley
house was across the street. The house
was later moved to 92nd Street. Progress
consisted of store and cold storage facility.
Our family rented a locker there that was always kept full of frozen
meats, fruits and vegetables. There was
also a tavern and a few houses. We were,
at that time, always amused at the old sign hanging on the sheet metal bus
shelter saying, “Watch Progress progress”. We thought, “Who
would ever want to live here?’
children in the neighborhood, we organized our own entertainment in Olson’s
woods. There we constructed a model town
out of old shipping crates, donated by Dick Olson. The town consisted of a number of buildings
and homes. We elected town officials of
different ranks. I was governor and
lived in the biggest house in the make-believe town of Joseph. We had our
own newspaper, currency, police and fire department. The Oregon Journal, one of Portland’s main newspapers, did a full-page story on the
society page about this town that was created by a group of most imaginative
greatest impact on our peaceful neighborhood was the construction of
“Washington Square Mall.” We needed that
like we needed a hole in the head. It
destroyed the whole nature of our peaceful neighborhood. In the early years of the mall, big red
double-decker English buses would travel the surrounding area. It was a strange sight to see these buses
going up and down Oleson
Road. That lasted only a few years, however. Farms, fields, and trees soon vanished
quickly to be replaced by strip malls, stores, hotels, motels, 12-story office
buildings and all the congestion that comes with such development. Get-rich developers filled Garden Homes with
ugly apartments, bringing in many undesirable people into our community. The citizens’ effort to incorporate Garden
Home into a separate town was quickly prevented by these developers, by passing
the will of the local citizens. They had
Garden Home incorporated into Portland. Then they
were free to build apartments and cash in at the expense of the local citizens.
a more positive side, the Progress Downs Golf Course was constructed, which
added to the beauty of the area. A new
four-lane HWY217 was constructed and added additional traffic to Oleson Road. Now, the
once quiet Oleson
become a major thoroughfare for more than 16,000 trucks, cars and buses, all in
the name of progress.
My life at Fogelbo contains
many wonderful memories. Where does a
person begin to recall all the many events and people that have visited here in
the last 50 years?
my life at Fogelbo, so many events and guests have played an important part in
shaping my appreciation of foreign people and their culture. There were also many significant factors that
shaped my life
here. Hopefully the pictures and historical
information in this booklet will give the reader an impression of life at 8740 SW Oleson Road.
conclusion, I want to mention my dear parents who provided me with great inspiration
and insight. They had so many interests
in a great variety of fields. They had a
zest for life and a great understanding of the world around them. My father was a true Renaissance man with so
many talents in different fields. He
could discuss religion, philosophy, attend an opera or football game, enjoy
hunting, shoot 19th century guns, design and build a house and water
system. He could visit with any person,
no matter what their station in life might be.
Both my parents had a great interest in local, national and
international affairs. They taught me to
judge people by “...not what they had but what they were as human beings.” My parents had friends and acquaintances from
all walks of life. They were always
welcome at Fogelbo. As a child I was
exposed to many different positive aspects of life.
real passion for my Swedish heritage came from my Swedish grandparents,
Fredrick and Anna Fogelquist.
Fortunately my Swedish grandparents and their children were very proud
of our heritage, culture and language. The didn’t “trash” their culture and language when they
arrived in the United States as many Europeans did at that time. My grandfather and father possessed many of
the same qualities. Grandfather had a
great interest in history and antique weapons, many of which can be seen in
Fogelbo today. He was a very kind man and was
exceedingly generous and compassionate.
My grandparents truly lived their Christian faith. Grandfather, like my parents, was a
“saver.” Consequently I possess many
fascinating and interesting items of our family history. Grandfather Fogelquist produced many
beautiful hand-carved furniture and decorative items that were perfect matches for our rustic
home. I started acquiring family
heirlooms at the age of six from my grandparent’s attic. Now a number of these items can be found at
Fogelbo. They will remain here for
future generations of families and guests to enjoy.
school year I spent at the University of Vienna and the extended time traveling through Europe and the Middle East had a great effect on my life. From that time, until today, I had a great
interest in European people, culture and history. Since my first journey, I have returned to Europe more than 30 times. While
traveling and visiting many friends and relatives, I have continued collecting
and acquiring items for Fogelbo. Since
the mid-‘60's, I have frequented many auctions, estate sales, garage sales, and
antique shops searching for items for my collections at Fogelbo. Lives of the local Scandinavian immigration
have become a great interest to me. My
dream now is that Fogelbo will be a true reflection of Scandinavian and
European culture. Hopefully the future
generations of guests will be able to visit the Fogelquist home and have a deeper
appreciation of their Scandinavian roots and the heritage their ancestors
brought with them to America.
of all, Fogelbo will be dedicated to the memory of my dear parents, Charlie and
Jessie Fogelquist, who had the energy, wisdom and foresight to make our home
and its gardens what it is today. Our
heritage is so important for us all, no matter who we are, for it tells us who
we are and adds a brighter picture to our understanding of the past. In conclusion, in speaking for myself, I
would like to quote words from a famous Johan Sebastian Bach Chorale, “Grant me
to find the task – for which my talents fit me with steady strength to strive,
that I may well acquit me. And when my work is done that something may remain, for men to use,
that I shall not have lived in vain.”
would like to thank all those people who assisted me in the publication of this
recognition to Axel Werner of Munich, Germany who is responsible for this
publication; Arvis Franks for typing the text, and Anerson Jonsson for the Christmas
Oleson Road and the Swedish Connection
Many Swedes settled in
western Oregon and Washington during the late 1800's and the early 1900's. Oleson Road was named after one such Swede, Olie
Oleson. Olie immigrated to this area in 1874 from Stockholm, Sweden. He had a
large 160-acre homestead in the area around Garden Home and Raleigh Hills. His home was constructed in 1891 on what is
now known as SW Ames, just 53 meters from Oleson Road. The large
Victorian Queen Anne style residence remains in excellent condition. He had a mill on Fanno
Creek. There are many of his descendants
living in this area.
Charles (Charlie) Fridolph Fogelquist was born April 24, 1897 in Sioux City, Iowa, the son of Fred C. and Anna Lundgren
Fogelquist. The family moved to Selah, Washington in 1908 and he graduated in 1914 from Selah High School.
He was a graduate of the University of Washington in Seattle, receiving both Bachelor and Master Degrees from that
Between 1922 and 1935 he was
involved in a number of different jobs.
Before his marriage to Jessie Taylor on June 1, 1925, Charlie traveled around the world with an
educational photo expedition. Between
1927 and 1930 he and Jessie operated the Woodleaf
Resort in northern California. After the
beginning of the depression, he worked for a large insurance company in Indianapolis, Indiana.
He was District Forest
Ranger for the USDA Forest Service in both Lakeview and Wallowa National Forests in eastern Oregon. From 1950
until his retirement in 1967, he was chief road Engineer for Oregon with the Bureau of Land Management (BLM). He was responsible for establishing the basic
timber and recreational roads for the BLM during this time.
Charlie was very active in
promoting conservation and outdoor recreation and hunting activities. He received the Department of Interior’s
Meritorious Service Award for more than 30 years of exceptional Government services. He was a frequent guest lecturer at the University of Washington in the Logging Engineer Department.
He was a member of the First
Presbyterian Church of Portland, Oregon.
His wife, Jessie Taylor
Fogelquist, preceded him in death, January 1978. They had been married for over 52 years.
He was a member of the
following organizations; Lamda Chi Alpha Fraternity,
Oregon United National Association, Portland Chapter of the American
Scandinavian Foundation, Tri-County Gun Club, American Association of Foresters
and Toastmasters, where he served as president.
Charles led a very full and
active life until his death. He had an
avid interest in many different fields.
He was particularly interested in hunting and nature and was a collector
of old and historic weapons. Charlie
also had a strong interest in politics and history. He had a great appreciation of the fine
arts. Woodworking was another one of his
creative talents. His home on Oleson Road is a living testament to his keen interest in nature
Charlie played a patriarchal
role in both the Fogelquist and Taylor families. He maintained contacts with nearly all his
many nieces and nephew, brothers and sisters-in-law. His warm friendly outgoing nature will be
remembered by many friends and relatives well into the future.
He died peacefully in his
sleep at the family summer home in the beautiful Applegate Valley. The home was dear to Charlie as
he designed it and helped in its construction.
He also greatly enjoyed the woods that surrounded his summer home.
Jessie Fern Taylor Fogelquist
My mother, Jessie Fern
Taylor, was born September 1, 1899, in Pasadena, California. Her father
was born in County Cavin in the northern part of Ireland, the son of an English gentleman. He, with his wife and four children,
immigrated to the United States in about 1878.
They first settled in Vermont and later moved to California, where Jessie was born. My grandmother (Jessie’s mother) was of Welsh
background, originally coming from New London, Canada. She was
adopted by her half-brother at the age of six, after her father died in Spokane, Washington. He was a
wealthy lumberman owning 28 lumber yards in Detroit Lakes, Minnesota. She lived
there with her half-brother and his family.
She enjoyed the life of wealth with all its special privileges. My mother later moved to Salem, Oregon where she finished high school. Her family moved to Long Beach, California, where they owned a mansion, oil wells and a private
tennis court. Jessie attended Oregon State University. While there
she met my father. He had graduated from
the University of Washington and was with a fraternity brother whose sister was a close friend of my
mother. Both girls were in the same
Sorority, Gamma Phi Beta. She married
Charles F. Fogelquist on June 1, 1925, in Long Beach, California at her parents’ estate.
Fifty years later, their
son, Ross, gave a large garden party at Fogelbo with 200 guests in
attendance. A 20-piece chamber orchestra
played for the event, along with Swedish folk fiddlers. Jessie Fogelquist died at the age of 78 on January 10, 1978. Her legacy
lives on at Fogelbo today as can be seen in the beautiful garden. She was involved in many civic, cultural and
social organizations, such as The League of Women’s Voters, Oregon Music
Teachers Association Chapter, First Presbyterian Church, PEO
, garden and antique clubs. She
was always a very gracious host to all the guests that came to Fogelbo.