Uncategorized May 30, 2015

A Fort, A Hospital & A Graveyard…..Beautiful Real Estate

As a youngster in the Pacific Northwest, I had the unique opportunity to spend many late afternoons and some weekend days playing piano on certain wards for and with patients at Western State Hospital, formerly Fort Steilacoom.  My Mom worked on the wards as a psychiatric social worker and still today, works in that industry caring for new patients as well as those that were provided care by her and so many others when I was a little girl. This hospital and its surrounding grounds currently sit in Lakewood, Washington nestled up against the cities of University Place and Steilacoom, Washington.

Fort Steilacoom was founded by the US Army in 1849.  It was one of the first military fortifications built by the US north of the Columbia River.  The fort was headquarters for the US 9th Infantry Regiment.  Fort Steilacoom was decommissioned as a military post in 1868 then in 1871, the Washington Territory repurposed the fort after purchasing it for $850 as an insane asylum with the barracks serving as patient and staff housing. Today that repurposed fort is called Western State Hospital

Prior to 1871, when the state’s first insane asylum was established, the land that is today the hospital grounds and a public park had been enjoyed as a hunting ground for the local Indian tribes, and later as sheep pasture managed by the Hudson Bay Company’s Fort Nisqually. In 1849, the Hudson Bay Company of Great Britain leased the land to the American government to establish U. S. Fort Steilacoom (1849-1868). In 1853, the Puget Sound became part of the United States.

The real estate directly across the street from Western State Hospital was once a fully functional farm.  Patients tended to a herd of dairy cattle that supplied milk products to patients and staff.  The hospital was nearly self sufficient through an established piggery for meat, chickens, turkeys, vegetables, various crops (from beets to broccoli, cabbage, rutabagas, spinach, and horseradish) as well as a fruit orchard grown on fertile grounds fertilized from decomposing mud in Lake Waughop situated on the property. Labor for the farm was performed by hospital patients as part of their occupational therapy and building of life skills. At the height of the farm's productivity, 220 of the hospital's 840 acres were devoted to farm and pasture land.

Eventually, with the transition to medical therapies and the requirement for patient farm work to be a paid service, the active farm became cost prohibitive to maintain.  Today there are remnants of the farm in several barns and open spaces.  There is also a patient graveyard that is in its original space right next to a fabulous dog park, soccer fields, and a lovely walking path around Lake Waughop.  There are over 3000 patients buried in this graveyard, some who were born as early as 1811 and laid to rest to forever enjoy the surrounds of green space, people and animals playing with eagles flying overhead. 

Throughout my teenage and young adult years I played soccer on those fields at Fort Steilacoom park. Just walking on the fields, smelling the grass, the particular soil/mud and hearing the whir of wind across and through the firs, oaks and maples, sends me back to a happy time.  In college I worked graveyard shift on the mentally ill criminal offender wards at the hospital and had an opportunity to appreciate the beauty of Fort Steilacoom and the hospital grounds in the hours of darkness and at daybreak (I tried to stay out of the graveyard at that time).

Today, from a real estate perspective, there is so much opportunity for those who are fortunate enough to purchase a home in this lovely community.  Between the parks, the lakes, the history and the nice little chunks of land that can be purchased with a home, there are new memories to be made while honoring the rich past of Indian territory, entrepreneurial growth, military presence and patient care.

Uncategorized January 24, 2015

Would your wish be to live within a ‘Driver’s’ reach of a Premier Golf Course?

When I was a little girl, I lived just a couple of miles north of what was at that time, a huge gravel and sand pit.  I remember several times a week driving by the pit on the way to soccer practice in Lakewood gazing out the window at the beautiful Puget Sound and distant views of the south side of Fox Island.  I used to tell Mom that, 'one day, I am going to build a giant house down there, right on the beach as soon as they stop digging gravel out of it.'  She would always smile at me and just nod her head not wanting do dampen my vivid imagination or slow my habits of dreaming big.

While attending both Curtis Jr. and Sr. High Schools, the 'Pit' became a place where some would gather in the hours of darkness to enjoy the scent of seaweed and sips of refreshment while building their own memories and friendships.  Just to the west of the gravel pit was conveniently the New Tacoma Cemetery-a place for teens to also explore and visit ghostly figures in the hours of darkness.

As I grew up, I decided not to wait for a someday opportunity to buy a slice of gravel pit heaven to build my castle upon and instead settled 3 miles north of the 'Pit' on a different slice of University Place landscape.  Good thing I didn't hold out for a piece of the Pit because today, it has been transformed into a magnificent seaside world class 18-hole golf course, Chambers Bay.  This is the home of the 2015 US Open, a links style course with sandy windswept dunes, undulating slopes in the fairways and mottled greens framed with wispy sea grasses.

The course is rimmed with a paved walking, running, dog loving trail. This golf course perimeter takes your breath away both physiologically and mentally as you scale the ups and downs of the hills kissed by tall Douglas Fir trees while hearing the whistle of the passing trains along the beach front.  Inclusive of the childrens play area, a dog park and remnant monoliths of industries gone by, there are few who could not have some sensorial satisfaction or activity quenched by this hidden fingerprint of Scottish descent with a Northwest flare–how grand it would be, and is, to live just a 'Driver's' reach from such a magnificent, mystical place.