By Mac Larsen | CNA Media Team

Whitaker Ponds Natural Area sits just northeast of Concordia. It’s a hidden gem that provides two wetland ponds for birdwatchers, nature enthusiasts and anyone trying to get away from city life.

“Having these little pockets of natural area here is really valuable when you’re surrounded by all of this industry and urban infrastructure,” said Jennifer Starkey. She is the education director for the Columbia Slough Watershed Council.

Before the COVID-19 pandemic shut businesses and schools, a visit to Whitaker Ponds was typical for local elementary students.

Under normal circumstances Jennifer and the council run a program called Slough School, which lets students interact in local ecosystems with the earth sciences curriculum they’re taught in the classrooms.

Educators face a school bus driver shortage and other obstacles amid changing pandemic precautions. Education programs like the ones at Whitaker Ponds moved online and, eventually, back to classrooms.

Despite these challenges, educators like Jennifer see a thriving interest in Portland’s local nature and wildlife.

“I have seen every day that I’m there families with their kids,” she said. “I had an event in October called Boo in the Slough. It was something I had always wanted to do, just have a Halloween party. Families showed up with their kids, and so many of them said ‘I’ve never heard of this place before.'”

The hidden nature of Whitaker Ponds, according to Jennifer, is part of its appeal – as is its transformative history. Before it was a city natural area, the ponds were treated as a dump.

Through plenty of work, investment y and collaboration with the city and partners like the Native American Youth and Family Center, the watershed council has elevated all eight of its sites for conservation and education.

“It feels great to be in a place where you can hear a woodpecker or see a beaver dam or just listen to water moving,” Jennifer pointed out. “I feel really grateful that I get to do that for my job.”

As the pandemic continues to complicate in-person gatherings, the watershed council plans to increase events at all watershed areas this spring and summer.

Details for events at Whitaker Ponds and the Columbia Children’s Arboretum are posted at ColumbiaSlough.org/events.

If you’re curious about Whitaker Ponds, Jennifer offers this advice: “Come on down. Leave your dog at home.”

Mac Larsen is a graduate student at the University of Oregon, pursuing a master’s degree in journalism. He grew up in Concordia neighborhood and can be found frequently on Alberta Street, complaining about all the construction.

FreeDictionary.com describes “community center” as “a meeting place used by members of a community for social, cultural or recreational purposes.”

Members of the Leaven Community describe their brick and mortar center as a place to deepen relationships, cultivate community agency and capacity, and act together.

Leaven’s Ali Ippolito pointed to the organization’s mission on its website, Leaven.org: “to provide a space for igniting the power of relationships to create more equitable, diverse, thriving neighborhoods.”

The partnerships there focus on social, racial and environmental justice. “This is a building where that can thrive,” she explained.

The building at 5431 N.E. 20th Ave. was previously home to Redeemer Lutheran Church. Beginning in 2010, leaders sought change to nurture the changing community around the church building. (See ConcordiaPDX. org/2019/12/leaven-embraces-changingthe-community for details about that effort and the results.)

Now the sanctuary offers Salt & Light Church Sunday services. Other days it is the venue for concerts, music recitals, sound healing events, benefit shows/ events, meditation groups, and more.

Only a handful of pews are still bolted to the floor. Stackable, comfortable chairs are set up, most often in circular form. “We wanted to make the use of the space flexible,” Ali said.

A variety of uses fill the building. Most uncommon? “EPA had a meeting in the sanctuary once, and the kitchen in the basement was used for a goat meat processing class.”

Several rooms in the building are available for short-term rental. Visit the website for what’s available and the rental prices.

As the world climbs out of COVID-19 restrictions, Ali expects use of those facilities to again be on the increase. That includes the Buddhist meditation group that met regularly prior to March 2020.

“We kind of softly re-opened to the public in ways that made sense over the summer – a few concerts and meetings,” she said.

Then there are the 12 full-time tenants whose organizations are housed in the building. “These are our community partners, and they consist of social, racial, environmental and food justiceoriented nonprofits.”

Ali continues to value her work in the building, which began 20 years ago as a church musician. She continues to provide the music on Sundays.

“It’s spiritually fulfilling to me to provide music for others’ spiritual grounding.” The rest of each week, she serves as community center space coordinator.

It’s a job Ali said she loves. “This is one way I can be a part of social movements that are happening. My entire adult life, this place has sustained me.”

Nancy Varekamp is semiretired from her career in journalism, public relations and – her favorite work engagement – writing and editing targeted newsletters.

Note: The February 2022 CNews column about Eddie “The Weatherman” Morgan awakened memories of many members of the Concordia and Cully neighborhoods. A few of them offered the details below.

“Eddie brought our neighborhood together, both in life and in death,” wrote Susan Nelson, Cully neighborhood historian. “A candlelight vigil was organized spontaneously for Eddie by the owner of the local Sentry Market. It was attended by hundreds, including Portland police chief Charles Moose and mayor Vera Katz.”

Although Eddie was not Catholic, St. Charles Catholic Church held a service for him. “At his graveside, residents lined up to toss handfuls of dirt into his grave,” Susan recalled.

According to Sharla Fischer, Wilshire Tavern owner, her customers donated the funds for Eddie’s plaque at the spot where he died on 42nd Avenue in front of the U.S. Bank. “Bill Taylor, who has passed away, John Lamphere and Steve Newstrum received permission from the bank and placed the plaque just a few days after Eddie’s death,” she wrote.

Ginger O’Harrow, 93-year-old widow of Bob O’Harrow, reported, “Papa … took it upon himself to tend to the stone. He was also the one for years and years and years to place a Christmas tree. That’s what papa started.”

When Bob died in 2019, Mike – one of the O’Harrows’ seven children – took over the responsibility. “Mike probably helped Bob the last couple of years he was alive,” Ginger added.

“It was his father’s passion,” Mike’s wife Karyn O’Harrow explained. “’I will honor Eddie as you did,’” Karyn remembered her husband told his father before Bob died. “’I’m doing it for my dad. More importantly, I’m doing it for the respect for Eddie,’” she quoted Mike.

Of the O’Harrow children, Mike lives closest to Ginger in Cully neighborhood and to the plaque at the U.S. Bank. Ginger believes that’s not the only reason Mike continues the tradition “That’s Mike,” she said. “That’s just him.

“Eddie was just special to us, not just my husband but everybody in northeast Portland.” His daily walks on 42nd Avenue took Eddie from Lombard Street to Sandy Boulevard, according to Ginger. When cars full of children would pass him along 42nd Avenue, car windows would be rolled down and children would hail him. “Eddie would wave back,” Ginger pointed out.

St. Charles Church was one of his daily stops. Ginger said Eddie would attempt making the sign of the cross to the priest to show respect. “He stopped at the tavern every day, but he never took a drink.”

Ginger believes Eddie’s walks were interrupted only to greet people and tend a few odd jobs. “He had nothing else to do,” Ginger said. “That’s just what he did.”

“Eddie was a huge presence of the neighborhood,” Sharla pointed out. “Anyone who remains in the neighborhood will remember Eddie.”

Susan added, “This neighborhood won’t allow the memory of Eddie to be forgotten.”

Portland blogger and TriMet operator Dan Christiansen posted his tribute, below, in his 2009 “In Memory of ‘’Eddie The Weatherman.”

“I think every neighborhood has one. Someone who is special, in my days they would call ‘retardos’ or ‘brainers.’ I cringe now at the language but, at the time, there was no love for the different. So these special people could function in the world on a basic level. They were not Rainman, could accomplish super feats of math. But, on the flip side, they could live a good life. Even a valued life.

“In the neighborhood I grew up in Portland, that was Eddie the Weatherman. Now, he did not have the name ‘Weatherman’ when I grew up. We called him ‘Eddie the Walker.’ He would walk up and down 42nd Avenue and all over Killingsworth Street. You could not live there in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s and not have seen him. He was not ‘The Walker.’ That was an older man with a Labrador he would walk with almost four hours every day. Eddie was close. He was ‘Eddie the Walker.’

“As I grew up and went to high school, Eddie had already begun his fixation with the weather. He was always walking around smiling, telling people the weather that was on the way. I can remember going up to the local Catholic church, where I was the part-time janitor (job lasted a month), and he was always there to tell me the weather.

“He was known in every business along 42nd, where he would boldly come in and tell you the weather. If you watched him, he would just walk up the street, going in and out of shops, talking about the weather and meeting everyone with a smile. He always walked with a determined stride like he was on a mission. And, in a sense, he was.

“Now this was in a day before cable and 24-hour weather reports were on every TV and radio station. Eddie was our weatherman. He would wake up early and call the weathermen on TV to get the report for the day. All the weathermen in town knew him and they were always there to help him out. I had no idea about this until later, but they all knew and loved Eddie as much as we did.

“We had many strange, unusual and special people where I grew up. It was a mixed neighborhood racially and economically as well. It ranged from the Finnish woman who was always yelling at the top of her lungs about people spying on her to the man who kept a horde of cats in his house. We had our share. Of all these many unique characters, Eddie was the most innocent and simple. I say ‘simple’ in a good way here, not a derogatory one.

“When I moved back into that neighborhood with my then-wife years later, Eddie was there walking along. He was one of the first people I would see in the morning on my way to work. He loved the Thriftway, where he was known by name by everyone. When I moved back, he looked a bit older but still walked the same way, on the same mission. For him, nothing had changed.

“A year later (Karin made sure we lived in no place longer than a year), I moved out of the old neighborhood. It was then that it happened. You see, by the mid- to late-‘80s, things had started to change where I grew up. Crime was on the rise. Gangs and issues with gangs were also becoming a problem.

“One night while walking down 42nd, a car pulled up and someone inside shot Eddie for no reason. He died right on the spot, and with him died a bit of my neighborhood. No one ever found out why or who. It was impossible for Eddie to really start something, so one can only imagine that it was just a random killing – maybe an initiation for some lost soul trying to fit in with a group that put no value on human life.

“The northeast neighborhood was devastated. Here was a guy who, by any economic measure, was disadvantaged but who, in a real way touched the hearts of everyone on 42nd. The local U.S. Bank put up a memorial right where he fell. Everyone showed up. I even drove back to that area to be at the vigil. I cried along with everyone else.

“So the other day on, extra service I had a call to go fill a run on the bus route 75. It goes right down 42nd – my old neighborhood, my old world. The bus I was covering for had been held up at Hollywood Transit Center, and I was the closest extra service bus. So I swung in to the rescue. (Extra service is like the lone ranger of the TriMet transit system.)

“I pulled up to Alberta and 42nd to let a passenger off. It was dark and there was a light sprinkle. I opened the door and, before I could shut it, I saw the memorial for Eddie. I secured the bus and got out of my seat, much to the shock of everyone on the bus.

“I had forgotten all about Eddie and I stood there, sad for the memory and guilty for having forgotten. It’s just a small flat marker there along the sidewalk. I looked left and right and wondered if anyone living there knew the name Eddie Morgan or ‘Eddie the Weatherman.’

“Most of the people there have moved away or died. Probably it was just a place people flicked their butts while waiting for the bus; a name on a marker and how could it matter to them? They can never know.

“There was an ancient belief that if people remembered you and spoke your name, you lived on in the afterlife. I said his name. I promised not to forget his name and to say it every now and then to remind myself of where I came from and how fragile our hold on life really is. I strive, myself, to live a life equal to this simple giant of 42nd Avenue. I won’t forget ‘Eddie the Weatherman.’

“I have a personal saying now ‘Live life in a way that a thousand people weep at your passing.’ Though it sounds grim, I believe it is a good yardstick, one that Eddie lived up to. One I will strive to live up to.”

A lasting piece of street art across the neighborhood border in Cully is the memorial plaque on the grounds of the U.S. Bank on 42nd Avenue at Alberta Street. It honors Eddie “The Weatherman” Morgan, whose murderers still haven’t been identified since the Memorial Day 1994 shooting.

It reads, “Eddie ‘The Weatherman” Morgan – May the Sun Always Shine on You.”

Developmentally challenged, Eddie is reported to have lived with his mother and sister on Alberta Street, not far east of where he died at the spot marked by the plaque.

According to media reports, it was 4 a.m. when neighbors heard gun shots, observed three people making their getaway in a car and found Eddie dead or dying.

Opinions about why Eddie was killed floated through the neighborhood and the Portland media in the days and weeks that followed. None have been substantiated, but the general opinion was that his killers didn’t know Eddie.

The sociable, cheerful 46-year-old man walked the length of 42nd Avenue daily. But first, he would call KGW TV’s weather reporters for a forecast. Eddie shared that with the many people he visited, which accounted for his nickname, “The Weatherman.”

“He was a bright spot in people’s day around there,” the Portland Observer in 2019 quoted Pete Parsons, one of the KGW weathercasters.

More than 10 years after Eddie’s death local artists Elvis Nagel & Smith recorded a song about Eddie, “Who Killed the Weatherman?” It’s available for free listening on Spotify.com.

The first of several verses is:

Eddie was as harmless as a child
Walking was the reason
No matter what the season
He was part of the neighborhood
Just like the school and the bank where he stood
Where you shot him down.
Are you ever going to be found?

Editor’s note: Can you identify who placed the plaque and when – and name the person who adds seasonal décor? Send the info to CNewsEditor@ConcordiaPDX.org for sharing in the next CNews Updates column.

Nancy Varekamp is semiretired from her career in journalism, public relations and – her favorite work engagement – writing and editing targeted newsletters

By Joseph Fraley | CNA Board Member, East 2

Happy New Year, neighbors! I hope it brings you peace and love. I’ve lived in Concordia since 2017 and joined the Concordia Neighborhood Association as a board member one year ago.

My family bought our house on Roselawn Street in July 2019. My sister-in-law spent the early days of COVID-19 with us. The three of us pulled the pet-stained carpets, and signed our bedroom subfloor: “COVID Quarantine, April 2020.”

In September we built a fence so the dog and cat could safely enjoy the yard. The cat walked right under the gate and into the world. My wife Amanda signed up for NextDoor.com, looking for help tracking him down. A picture of me from our neighbor’s security camera opened her inaugural feed.

“Does anyone know this man?” the caption asked. “He seemed suspicious, but maybe he was just looking for his cat…”

The pandemic bled quietly into 2021, so we built a deck for safe gatherings with friends. We moved 6,000 pounds of dirt to make way. A mouthful of dirt ended up in the street out front, where it blew dust across cars and houses down the street.

We prayed for rain throughout the driest summer in a century. When our annual street cleaning day finally arrived, they did their best. Their brushes spread the mud like a paint roller over three blocks.

The annual Fernhill Park summer concerts and a movie night were canceled in the interest of public safety. So, we hung a used billboard tarp on the back of the house as a makeshift screen. I hand painted replicas of movie posters to announce a COVID-safe movie night every Saturday. One neighbor attended the first half of two movies.

My wife said, “I guess we’re all done working on the house…” I look around. The kitchen cabinets hang visibly crooked, like a prop from the gravitational anomaly in the San Francisco Bay area, the Mystery Spot. An ailing cherry tree upends all four fences at the back corner of our property. The broken shower tile leaks into the subfloor, and ultimately the crawlspace.

“I guess so,” I replied. “Maybe next summer we can get more neighbors to come out for movie night.”