Betsy
Resettled from park, father, girl slip away
Fearing they were being tracked by news helicopters, the man and his
daughter, 12, leave a newfound Yamhill County home
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
JOSEPH ROSE
Where have Frank and Ruth gone?
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A month ago, a man and his 12-year-old daughter abandoned their 4-year-old
hermitage in Forest Park for a Yamhill County horse farm. Now, they have
seemingly vanished into the spring air of Oregon's coastal range.
Portland police Sgt. Michael Barkley, who found a place for the homeless
pair to live on a friend's farm, said he has been unable to find Frank to
tell him about $6,500 deposited into a relief fund by donors around the
country.
Barkley said he last spoke to the 53-year-old former Marine two Saturdays
ago. While he was happy to have a job on the farm, Frank was uneasy with
news stories about him and his daughter.
Police have withheld their last names to protect their privacy. Still, Frank
said it had gone too far. He told Barkley that television-news helicopters
kept showing up in the sky over the farm.
Frank felt "hunted" by the helicopters, Barkley said, and feared that kids
would call Ruth "the Forest Park hillbilly" if her face showed up on TV.
"He was talking about leaving the state," Barkley said. "He said, 'We love
it here. We don't want to leave.' But he expected the TV cameras to show up
any day."
Frank and his daughter were living in a mobile home on the farm.
If there were helicopters trying to find the pair, they didn't belong to any
of Portland's news stations, according to news directors. None of them tried
to track down Frank and Ruth from the air.
Barkley said their departure was more of a flight than a disappearance. Last
Monday, Frank and Ruth gathered their belongings from the mobile home,
expressed their gratitude to the owners and left.
Parishioners at Emanuel Lutheran Church in Cornelius, where the father and
daughter showed up at services and other gatherings on bikes, said the pair
departed without leaving a phone number or address.
"I have a feeling they have gone under again," said the Rev. Ronald
McCallum, pastor of the church. "They're trying to stay private. And if they
stayed in Forest Park for four years, they could be almost anywhere."
The father and daughter were discovered in late April by extreme
cross-country runners "hashing" through a dense, wooded area of Forest Park
above U.S. 30.
The pair told police they had lived at their elaborate camp dug into a
hillside for four years. Police questioned them extensively.
They were clean and healthy. Ruth, who was home-schooled with a stack of
thrift-shop encyclopedias, was well-spoken beyond her years, police said. A
physician and state child-welfare investigators found no evidence of abuse,
according to police reports.
Frank, a college graduate who served in Vietnam, told police that he came to
Oregon with no job and little money. The girl's mother, he explained, was
institutionalized in New Hampshire.
A devout Christian, Frank said he didn't want to live on the streets and
risk exposing Ruth to drugs, alcohol and crime, so they hiked deep into
Forest Park.
Last Wednesday, a pack of runners revisited the creekside campsite. Some
reported seeing Frank and Ruth there. Bret Lubic, who was at rear of the
group, didn't see them. "But I saw books stacked up there," he said. "The
lean-to shelter was up, and the garden looked tended to."
Although it is possible that the father and daughter visited the site,
Barkley said he doubts they have re-established the camp. "Frank knows that
if he ever goes back up there to live, Ruth will be taken from him," he
said. "It's crystal clear to him."
A North Precinct officer went back into the woods to check the area Friday.
Although park crews had yet to tear down the old shelter, the officer
reported that there were no signs it was being used again.
Department of Human Services officials weren't tracking Ruth and her father
because there were no signs of abuse, said spokeswoman Patricia Feeny. "And
the child being educated, and apparently well educated," she said. "It was
just a beautiful human interest story."
Moved by the story, which appeared everywhere from newspapers to outdoor
adventure Web sites, many people responded by donating money to a fund to
help with living costs and the girl's education.
About $6,500 deposited at Bank of America branches has been transferred into
Frank's personal account at Wells Fargo Bank through direct deposit, Barkley
said. It is impossible to know if the man has withdrawn any of it.
Eleven days ago, when Barkley last spoke to Frank at the horse farm, he said
he was preparing to enroll his daughter in the local middle school. He said
he wanted Ruth to experience a normal Oregon childhood.
Yet nothing seemed certain.
Frank said news helicopters seemed to be flying along the coast range,
searching for the right farm. He said they sometimes flew so low he could
clearly see their station logos.
Sunday morning, Barkley drove to Cornelius and waited for the pair to show
up for services at the Lutheran church. They didn't come.
Joseph Rose: 503-221-8029; josep...@news.oregonian.com
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>Resettled from park, father, girl slip away
I really hope they get away. If Frank can set up a good winter camp,
Alaska would be a good place for them. He should be able to raise her up
here without being found for a good long time. They've got my best wishes.
Vivi
--
I wanna play with a pathetic suicidal masochist. If you qualify,
or if you're just curious, you might find me on irc.bondage.com
in channel #torture.
I'm not so sure. I find dad's helicopter fears unsettling. How can
it be good for a child to be raised fearing things that aren't real?
Do people camp in the snow? How do they keep warm?
Mez
> How can
>it be good for a child to be raised fearing things that aren't real?
>
>Mez
You can apply this concept to children growing up in religious families. Fear
of helicopters makes more sense than fear of hellfire or satan or the wrath of
god.
JoAnn
I'm sorry, but there's something totally "icky" about this
case. He's got some feelings of guilt, that have built
up into a paranoia.....and he's alone with a young girl.
How do we know who they really are?
Kris
Sure people camp in the snow. They keep warm with proper gear and clothes.
You know, I was a little disturbed by the helicopter thing too. But they
might have been real. The article only says it was not local news copters.
It is possible there was a privately owned copter around. Might or might not
have been looking for him.
Two things to keep in mind: 1. He *is* a very religious man. They attend
church wherever they go and he has been described as a devout Christian.
(reference to another post in this thread) 2. He is a Viet Nam vet. That
might explain the fear of helicopters.
In any case, I cannot think it would be in the best interest of any child to
be raised with such a severe degree of isolation. Someday, she will have to
come out of the woods and make some kind of a life for herself. I fear she
will not have some of the basic skills necessary to find work, and will be
an easy mark for those who would take advantage of her.
Betsy
>> Do people camp in the snow? How do they keep warm?
>Sure people camp in the snow. They keep warm with proper gear and
>clothes.
Yeah. Not to mention the Alaska Natives who lived up here comfortably for
millenium without benefit of a 10th of the keep-warm-and-safe-stuff that
this man and his daughter would have access to.
> I'm not so sure. I find dad's helicopter fears unsettling. How can
> it be good for a child to be raised fearing things that aren't real?
I dunno, but every report I read said she was fine, healthy, doing better
academically than would be expected for her age and showed no signs of any
kind of abuse.
So I guess it's not that bad.
--
--Robert
"I did once get him to admit the beauty of Bembo," he adds, "a serif."
Preachin' to the choir here, babe. I don't believe in god.
Mez
Yes, but the Alaskan natives weren't alone, they had a group of people
to share labor, accumulate resources, etc. I would think that makes a
big difference.
Mez
>>Yeah. Not to mention the Alaska Natives who lived up here comfortably
>>for millenium without benefit of a 10th of the keep-warm-and-safe-stuff
>>that this man and his daughter would have access to.
>Yes, but the Alaskan natives weren't alone, they had a group of people
>to share labor, accumulate resources, etc. I would think that makes a
>big difference.
PC info: Alaska Natives or Natives are the indiginous people here. Both
words should be capitilized and there's no n at the end of Alaska.
Alaskans or native Alaskans are people like me... born here, but not
indiginous. The word native in that context wouldn't be capitalized unless
it began the sentence.
As to Frank and Ruth's situation...
First, there were numerous cases of Alaska Natives surviving a winter or
ten solo. There's some great stories about 'em up here. I read one
recently where a couple of old women were abandoned during a hard-times
winter, and got very stubborn and ended up doing better than their tribe,
and ultimately helping out there tribe. Think it was called Two Old Women,
but I'd have to look it up. Was in a book of stories taken from Native
Storytellers.
Secondly, Frank and Ruth wouldn't be "alone" in the context you're using
it. People who live in the Bush out here travel to town every few months
to buy necessities, just like Frank and Ruth did every two weeks in
Oregon. And there are lots and lots of them. They aren't uncommon at all.
If they stayed out of the way of the Fish and Game guys, they could live
up here comfortably for decades without bein' noticed or caught. Not to
mention, their lifestyle wouldn't seem "weird" here if someone did catch
'em. They'd just be moved on.
Well stated!
>As to Frank and Ruth's situation...
>
>First, there were numerous cases of Alaska Natives surviving a winter or
>ten solo. There's some great stories about 'em up here. I read one
>recently where a couple of old women were abandoned during a hard-times
>winter, and got very stubborn and ended up doing better than their tribe,
>and ultimately helping out there tribe. Think it was called Two Old Women,
>but I'd have to look it up. Was in a book of stories taken from Native
>Storytellers.
"Two Old Women" is a traditional Gwich'in story translated and
written down and published in 1993 by a wonderful lady from Fort
Yukon named Velma Wallis. However, please note that it is *not*
a "true story" relating something which actually ever happened.
It is a parable, a short fictitious scenario of what *would*
happen if a people were to treat their elders as poorly as the
example in the story. It was originally meant to teach Gwich'in
children why elders are so important. And it is indeed a very
good teaching tool.
The danger (and you may remember that this is discussed in the
introduction to the story, though I don't think it is explained
very well) in writing down traditional stories is that it
becomes "carved in stone". When stories are told in the
traditional way they adjusted to match circumstances. The
changes depend on the teller, on the audience, and maybe on the
desired effect or on the time of day. And of course, each
teller and each listener becomes a unit and the actual words
used may be different from the last telling, specifically in
order that what is transfered an idea and is *not* a set off
words (which may mean different things to different people at
different times in different places...).
Gwich'in people have *never* treated elders the way the two
women in the story were treated. For that matter, no Arctic
people that have survived for thousands of years could treat
elders that way, and that is the point of the book! (Compare
that to the common belief that Eskimos put elders out on the ice
to die when they became too old to work. In fact, Eskimo
tradition is *exactly* the same as Gwich'in tradition, and for
exactly the same reason! Abandoning the elders would have been
exactly the same as burning the libraries on our culture.)
Whatever... I wanted to clear that point up because it is
commonly misunderstood. The other point that needs to be
understood is that, from and Eskimo or Gwich'in point of view,
our culture is doing exactly what is described in the book. The
book was meant to be a gift of understanding, from the Gwich'in
to us. It is a lesson we need to take seriously...
(As an aside... when you read the book, did you catch all of
the wonderful symbolism? The granddaughter secretly gave the
old woman a bundle of babiche before the band leaves the two
women to themselves. When the two women decide to lead the band
to prosperity, the first thing the old woman does it gift her
granddaughter with... babiche. Of course "babiche" is strips of
rawhide, used for binding things together. Symbolizing the ties
that bind... one generation to another.)
>Secondly, Frank and Ruth wouldn't be "alone" in the context you're using
>it. People who live in the Bush out here travel to town every few months
>to buy necessities, just like Frank and Ruth did every two weeks in
>Oregon. And there are lots and lots of them. They aren't uncommon at all.
This is true. But needs to be put into context, because the
conclusions that are commonly drawn from it are absolutely
wrong:
>If they stayed out of the way of the Fish and Game guys, they could live
>up here comfortably for decades without bein' noticed or caught. Not to
That is absolutely not true.
>mention, their lifestyle wouldn't seem "weird" here if someone did catch
>'em. They'd just be moved on.
I'm missing part of this discussion, because I have no idea what
this man and girl are running from, or more specifically why.
What does "bein' noticed or caught" mean, exactly?
One can certainly live a *very* different lifestyle in Alaska
and not be overly bothered by others. But you *will* be
noticed, and if you are running from the law, this is one of the
worst place in the US to be. We have a very small population,
and it is a very tight community; which means strangers are very
easy to spot. And while being "odd" will be ignored, it *will*
be noticed. And that is twice as true in the bush as it is
in the urban areas around Anchorage.
--
FloydL. Davidson <http://web.newsguy.com/floyd_davidson>
Ukpeagvik (Barrow, Alaska) fl...@barrow.com
It didn't say he was afraid of helicopters. It said he was afraid of
having pictures of his daughter splashed all over the news, turning her
into some sort of freak show, robbing her of any chance at all of being
able to go to school in the fall and not be ridiculed.
Give the guy a break.
Rock
You can actually make a warm camp in the snow. I know how to do it (and
have done it) on an emergency basis, but I don't know about perminently.
I don't know. Have you ever seen Hell? How about the Wrath of God? A
hell of a lot more frieghtning than a helicopter.
How about "do we really need to know". People who NEED to know the
business of everyone else give me a totally icky feeling, too.
I know people who were *born* in tents, in the winter as often
as the summer. Up until the mid-60's or so that wasn't so very
uncommon in Alaska. It's unheard of now...
But winter camping is just part of life in much of Alaska. Here
in Barrow if you want to see the light go on in someones eyes, just
get any Eskimo, young or old, to talk about spring whaling! That
amounts to camping out on the icepack, and the *love* it.
But it isn't just "regular" camping either. The idea is to find
a place close to an open lead where whales might be caught. But
if the wind shifts the ice might either break off and float the
camp out to sea, or in the other direction the ice might start
to be crunched up and dump everybody into the water. Hence
there is *never* a time when an ice smart elder isn't very
carefully watching ice conditions, and at one word from that
elder all of the younger people will clear that camp and be on
the move in about 10 minutes flat, on a slow day.
Thanks for clarifying about that particular story and the author. I read
way too much to remember anything clearly unless I've read it multiple
times. I do want to say though, that while I understand that this
particular story is a parable, I don't believe that it never happened.
Human beings don't learn from parables. We learn from mistakes, and then
tell stories and parables about those mistakes, in order to teach later
generations.
Whereupon, more often than no, later generations decide their elders are
stupid anyhow, and insist on remaking the same mistakes, and ultimately
discovering their elders weren't so dumb after all. Which just proves that
the human animal as a species is insane, since "Insanity is making the
same mistakes and expecting different results."
Also, this isn't the only time I've ever heard some version of a story
like this. I brought it up because it's the only one I clearly remember
*reading*. I was raised as a very small child up around Circle Hot
Springs, and then later on the outskirts of Fairbanks. I've heard a number
of versions of this sort of story; people (both Native and not) surviving
here on their own without constant assistance from their People for
extended periods of time. So far as I can recall all of those stories had
the protagonists they ultimately returning to their People, but that
wasn't my point. My point was that Frank and Ruth should be able to
survive up here just fine, assuming Frank has minimal clue about how to
set up a decent winter camp. And I strongly suspect he does.
>(As an aside... when you read the book, did you catch all of the
>wonderful symbolism? The granddaughter secretly gave the old woman a
>bundle of babiche before the band leaves the two women to themselves.
>When the two women decide to lead the band to prosperity, the first thing
>the old woman does it gift her granddaughter with... babiche. Of course
>"babiche" is strips of rawhide, used for binding things together.
>Symbolizing the ties that bind... one generation to another.)
I couldn't say I caught *all* of the symbolism, but I did catch that, and
grinned about it.
>>Secondly, Frank and Ruth wouldn't be "alone" in the context you're using
>>it. People who live in the Bush out here travel to town every few months
>>to buy necessities, just like Frank and Ruth did every two weeks in
>>Oregon. And there are lots and lots of them. They aren't uncommon at all.
>>If they stayed out of the way of the Fish and Game guys, they could live
>>up here comfortably for decades without bein' noticed or caught.
>That is absolutely not true.
Why do you say that? This man and his daughter managed to hide out for
four years in a public forest park in Portland, Oregon. They were noticed
when they went into town for supplies or to attend Church Services, but
nobody had any idea they were living where they were living or how they
were living. Frank is clued about how to stay unnoticed, and obviously
good at it.
>>their lifestyle wouldn't seem "weird" here if someone did catch 'em.
>>They'd just be moved on.
>I'm missing part of this discussion, because I have no idea what this man
>and girl are running from, or more specifically why. What does "bein'
>noticed or caught" mean, exactly?
Check out:
That will bring you pretty much up to date.
>One can certainly live a *very* different lifestyle in Alaska and not be
>overly bothered by others. But you *will* be noticed, and if you are
>running from the law, this is one of the worst place in the US to be. We
>have a very small population, and it is a very tight community; which
>means strangers are very easy to spot. And while being "odd" will be
>ignored, it *will* be noticed. And that is twice as true in the bush as
>it is in the urban areas around Anchorage.
Aye, but since this man is not running from the law, but is simply a poor
man who wants to raise his daughter in such a way so as to not have her
constantly exposed to a drugged and violent culture, he'd fit in just fine
around here. They'd be accepted and given the freedom to live the
lifestyle he's chosen. If he set up a permacamp in one of the public lands
areas, when he was found by Fish and Game, they'd be "moved on". They'd be
far less likely to be instantly interfered with in the ways they were in
Oregon. Their lifestyle wouldn't be seen as needing to be "fixed" and they
wouldn't be seen as needing to be "saved".
> I'm missing part of this discussion, because I have no idea what
> this man and girl are running from, or more specifically why.
> What does "bein' noticed or caught" mean, exactly?
Hi Floyd! The man and his daughter were living in a city park (a woodsy
one) in urban oregon - portland i think. For four years.
> One can certainly live a *very* different lifestyle in Alaska
> and not be overly bothered by others. But you *will* be
> noticed, and if you are running from the law, this is one of the
> worst place in the US to be. We have a very small population,
> and it is a very tight community; which means strangers are very
> easy to spot. And while being "odd" will be ignored, it *will*
> be noticed. And that is twice as true in the bush as it is
> in the urban areas around Anchorage.
I think these folks would be fine in the urban areas around anchorage as are
many other "homeless campers" I see on a regular basis.
>I think these folks would be fine in the urban areas around anchorage
>as are many other "homeless campers" I see on a regular basis.
I didn't really have anything to add. I just wanted to wave atcha.
Although, If I was Frank, I think I'd rather live off the beaten path
around Fairbanks, rather than around Anchorage. But maybe that's cause
I've never really liked Anchorage.
>> I'm missing part of this discussion, because I have no idea what
>> this man and girl are running from, or more specifically why.
>> What does "bein' noticed or caught" mean, exactly?
>
> Hi Floyd! The man and his daughter were living in a city park (a
woodsy
> one) in urban oregon - portland i think. For four years.
You could easily live in Forest Park for years without being noticed,
because it's a very unusual urban park. The "park proper" is actually the
smallest "finger" of a huge national forest that happens to extend into
NW Portland and has services, paths, etc. However, out of the actual
park, the forest goes on to the west for hundreds of miles. People
occasionally go for an afternoon outing into Forest Park, hike too far
off the trails and find themselves lost, and even more occasionally, they
aren't found until it's too late.
> hat happens to extend into
> NW Portland and has services, paths, etc. However, out of the actual
> park, the forest goes on to the west for hundreds of miles.
Sorry, that should have said "square miles." The forest also broadens out
north and southward once it leaves the Portland area.
Of course not, you're a bush-bitch.
What ya doing thursday nite? mike has softball and I could take a ride out
there?
"Bush-bitch"??? :-)
Here I thought she was just expressing a common bit of well
known understanding...
>What ya doing thursday nite? mike has softball and I could take a ride out
>there?
--
That BushBitch's ideal spot is FAIRBANKS, which is like the armpit of alaska
to me. Its HOT as hell in the summer in addition to the winter coldrums.
If I wanted 90 degree summers, I would move to Arizona.
Squirrelybanks has one advantage in the world... it's closer to
Alaska than Anchorage (which means the airplane tickets are
cheaper).
I'm trying real hard, and can't think of an advantage the
Anchorage has. (I mean 1) is rains there, and 2) all those
rednecks from Texas haven't left yet.)
>>>>>Although, If I was Frank, I think I'd rather live off the beaten path
>>>>>around Fairbanks, rather than around Anchorage. But maybe that's cause
>>>>>I've never really liked Anchorage.
>>>>Of course not, you're a bush-bitch.
Whoo hoo! I have ARRIVED.
>>>"Bush-bitch"??? :-)
Hey! Don't ruin my moment!
>>>>What ya doing Thursday nite? Mike has softball and I could take a ride
>>>>out there?
That would be SOOOOO cool. I'll be totally free Thursday. 100%. You come
out here and I'll buy you dinner at the Windbreak. Gimme a call or msg me
the usual way. Hell, I'll be trying to reach you, for that matter. I'd
love to hook up.
>>>Here I thought she was just expressing a common bit of well-known
>>>understanding...
Well, there is that.
>>That Bush-Bitch's ideal spot is FAIRBANKS, which is like the armpit of
>>Alaska to me.
Well, not exactly Fairbanks. Goldstream Valley toward Fox, actually...
outside of Fairbanks, beyond the University. Man, I miss Goldstream
Valley.
>>It's HOT as hell in the summer in addition to the winter coldrums. If I
>>wanted 90 degree summers, I would move to Arizona.
Well, the winters don't bother me at all (except for a couple weeks in the
winter of 88-89), but I agree, the summers are hell. If I ever get to move
back home, I'm going to get a damn air-conditioner. And a lot of whatever
the latest new-fangled geek-invented skeet-killers are available.
>Squirrelybanks has one advantage in the world... it's closer to Alaska than
>Anchorage (which means the airplane tickets are cheaper).
Hrm. Not much to say about that.
>I'm trying real hard, and can't think of an advantage that Anchorage has. (I
>mean 1) it rains there,
Well, actually, rain is the nice thing about this part of the Country.
Rain and the mountains. No mountains in Fairbanks. Just hills. I'm in
Wasilla now. You know... that Strip Mall off the Parks an hour out of
Anchorage?
>and 2) all those rednecks from Texas haven't left yet.)
"Happiness is an Okie headed south with a Texan under each arm."
hehe
No, if you wanted 90 degree summers you would move to central NY,
Arizona would get you 110 plus.:). I envy you though living in Alaska.
I always wanted to go there. The nearest I get to experiencing the
real cold temps is when it gets -20 around here,as it did one day last
winter.
>
----
Dave B
"Some nights are like nothing I've ever seen before or will again."--Meatloaf
A friend who will be here in Barrow next week just emailed from
Tucson, where it was 107 yesterday. We might even hit 40F
today. Right now it is a very pleasant 28 degrees.
>I always wanted to go there. The nearest I get to experiencing the
>real cold temps is when it gets -20 around here,as it did one day last
>winter.
But, unfortunately, -20 there is not like -20 hear. You have to
live north of the Alaska Range to experience really good snow.
That is, snow that /crunches/ when you walk on it. It isn't
slippery, and it isn't wet. It's *crunchy*!
Of course, the farther north the better. We get snow right
about the first of October, and it never gets above freezing
again until May. It doesn't rain except in September! And it
*never* gets hot.
will turn on the usual way this afternoon (behind at work due to time off)
> >>>Here I thought she was just expressing a common bit of well-known
> >>>understanding...
>
> Well, there is that.
>
> >>That Bush-Bitch's ideal spot is FAIRBANKS, which is like the armpit of
> >>Alaska to me.
>
> Well, not exactly Fairbanks. Goldstream Valley toward Fox, actually...
> outside of Fairbanks, beyond the University. Man, I miss Goldstream
> Valley.
Fox. They have yummy prime rib there. Turtle Club. YUM.
> >>It's HOT as hell in the summer in addition to the winter coldrums. If I
> >>wanted 90 degree summers, I would move to Arizona.
>
> Well, the winters don't bother me at all (except for a couple weeks in the
> winter of 88-89), but I agree, the summers are hell. If I ever get to move
> back home, I'm going to get a damn air-conditioner. And a lot of whatever
> the latest new-fangled geek-invented skeet-killers are available.
you should see the skeeters in my yard....I love living across the street
from connor bog, but damn, every time I water my flowers I end up bitten to
all hell.
> >Squirrelybanks has one advantage in the world... it's closer to Alaska
than
> >Anchorage (which means the airplane tickets are cheaper).
>
> Hrm. Not much to say about that.
>
> >I'm trying real hard, and can't think of an advantage that Anchorage has.
(I
> >mean 1) it rains there,
>
> Well, actually, rain is the nice thing about this part of the Country.
> Rain and the mountains. No mountains in Fairbanks. Just hills. I'm in
> Wasilla now. You know... that Strip Mall off the Parks an hour out of
> Anchorage?
Anchorage has lots of bad restaurants to choose from. <vbg>
yeh, I grew up in philly, the armpit of the nation. Humid as hell - 90
degrees and doesnt' snow near enough.