Exciting News!

One of the things that has enamored us to Glencanaan all along is that it is rich in history; we just didn't know much about its history.

A few years back we were driving to Glencanaan and we stopped at the rest stop just west of Cole's Corner. They one of those groups offering free coffee and we got into a conversation with one of the volunteers and she asked where we were from and we explained our dual residencies, including our place just north of there. She asked for a more precise description of where our place was, and after we told her, she said, "Oh, the Duncan place." Unfortunately, we didn't get her name or phone number, nor did we write down the name "Duncan." Ever since then, we have kicked ourselves for not writing this down, and we became even more interested in learning about the history of Glencanaan.

In January we went to a fund raiser for the Wenatchee Valley Museum. It was a wine gala and featured 14 local wineries. The time schedules for its end was approaching and we realized we had not visited one of the wineries, one right in Leavenworth, so we dashed to their table.

We had a nice conversation with the wine-maker, and somehow he mentioned having lived in Indonesia. I asked a few questions about his stay in Indonesia which made it clear to him that I had more than the usual familiarity with Indonesia, so I explained that I had been there many times, most recently just a couple of months ago. He was thrilled and said we must met his father because he was served in the US military and was stationed in Jakarta for a couple of years.

His father, owner of the winery, soon joined us at the table and introductions were made. We talked about Indonesia for a few minutes, then he asked where we lived. We again explained our dual residencies, and when we told him we were near Lake Wenatchee he asked where. "On the White River Road. Do you know it?"

"I do. I used to live up there." Then he went on to talk about Sears Creek.

I asked where he had lived; was it up past Sears Creek? No, he clarified, it was before that.

"Where?" I probed.

"Up past the McComas', there is a meadow on the left.

"That's ours now!" I interrupted.

He look shocked, and I held out my hand and shook his.

We spent some time comparing stories, then pledged to get together sometime soon so he could come see his old home, share stories and share pictures.

When we do, I will be sure to post what we find out here.