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Up the Potomac River in Maryland, not far north of the District line, there used to be a little log cabin on a knoll in the heart of a hundred-acre place. It had woods all about and clear cool brooks winding by on three sides. Down the trail fro the house was a large tulip poplar tree that spread its huge limbs over a stone-walled spring.
In a Washington [D.C.] newspaper I had placed an advertisement: 'Wanted, a cabin mate. Every country inconvenience. Mile walk from Cabin John trolley, through a pine cathedral. Brooks, spring woods, wild strawberries soon. No bath, no telephone, no neighbors in sight.'
Thirty girls and women answered my advertisement but I couldn't decide among them. I asked them all to come out to tea and draw straws for it. To that party I invited Ensign [Farrar] Burn. It didn't occur to me that he might not like being the only man among so many women. I had never seen him. One afternoon I had returned to the cabin to find a note on the door. Ensign Burn had discovered the place in his Sunday ramblings. He had taken a few pictures of the cabin and would like to send prints.
"I guess we'll be amateurs at everything until we die, (but) you know a man can't have any more than this. The earth, this sea, a beach, food, companionship. This is all any man can get." — Farrar Burn.
He came to tea, ruddy face beaming, merry tongue wagging, his hair reddish in the early spring sunlight. He was the life of the party. He went to the spring for water, cut and brought in wood for the fireplace. He was when sugar was needed and had ideas about where people should sit. He was, in short, the perfect host and from that day to this has been host at all my parties. For, in a little over a month, we were married, and the Glen Echo postmistress said, "well you got your cabin mate, didn't you?'
With Farrar's last check, we went to St. Louis to visit my family. They liked Farrar, though they didn't think he would be any great shakes as a wife-supporter. Then we went on to Van Buren, Arkansas, to visit Farrar's family. They liked me, too, but they didn't think I'd be any great shakes as a housewife.
"Our name is Burn," Farrar said to the man in the outer office. "We've come to see about homesteading one of your islands."For the rest of their journey we refer you to the book itself, which has inspired so many people of both sexes. Their initial island, which is known on maps as Sentinel — "one that keeps guard; a sentry," but which June immediately named Gumdrop, is a tiny island of 15 acres just northwest of San Juan Island and south of Victoria, B.C. To the east is the larger Spieden island, named by Commander Charles Wilkes on his historic charting tour of the early 1840s for William Spieden, purser on the U.S. Sloop-of-war Peacock. June spells it Speiden and she is not the only one. The spelling confusion has continued over the decades, sometimes spelled both ways in the same story, the same confusion that existed through the 1950s for the spelling of Whidbey island, which Wilkes also put on the map, but as Whidby, apparently forgetting the island's namesake, Joseph Whidbey of Capt. George Vancouver's crew of the ship Discovery in 1792. The Burns overlooked the accurate warning that Sentinel and Spieden were piles of rocks and the fact that there were no freshwater springs on Gumdrop. They made do over the next two decades, also living on Johns island and the much larger Waldron. Waldron has became a sort of Walden Pond lodestar for unconventional folks over the years and Gumdrop is a Mecca for kayakers, sailboaters and those
Without a word, the man turned and opened a door behind him.
"Here they are!" he yelled, and the whole office force came out to greet us like kinfolks. And — we held our breath — they had found our island! Someone had been buying it — the last homestead island in Puget Sound. But Farrar's two years' naval service gave him priority rights. They would return the man's payments and we were free to move on and file.
"Our hearts are always honing for Sentinel. We live for the day when we can feel it is time to retire there once more with a little milk goat, a few chickens, the fish right around us, a world of beauty at our feet." - June Burn, Waldron Island, 1958 |
Out in Puget Sound, they are doing their spring plowing. We imagine we see the swelling of leaf buds in the parks here and we get restless. When the boys are educated and we don't have to make any money, Farrar and I will go back to our island. We may have to pick sluckus with the Indians. But even if we don't' make any money at all, we have had a grand life. From now on, everything is gravy.
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June and Farrar decided to take sons North and Bob (South) on a cross-country trip in 1928 and show them both the breadth and depth of the country and the route their parents took to reach the new frontier of Puget sound and the Pacific Northwest. Farrar, a skilled woodworker and general handyman, built a mini-cabin, complete with smokestack and erected it atop their Dodge Brothers automobile. |
"June and Farrar lived full and interesting lives free of materialistic indignities. June wrote, 'The secret of living on so small an income is to not want anything.' Farrar said he was happiest when he was broke and out of work. It gave him complete financial security. They put much trust in life and didn't waste a minute of it." - Skye Burn, Waldron Island, 1992 |
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A reader of our original story, who prefers to remain anonymous, found this spectacular photo of the Ballad Bungalow and the Burn family, which was taken sometime in early 1929 on G Street in Washington, D.C. Again, you can see Farrar's handywork, with the mini-cabin and smokestack atop their Dodge Brothersautomobile. |
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