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Childhood reminiscenses of Dick Bryant
        Memories of Cultus Bay from the 1930s and ‘40s



        The following account was written by
        Richard ‘Dick’ Bryant who grew up at     Reflecting on my Cultus Bay days I have come to the conclusion
        Cultus Bay near Possession and Cultus   that it was probably the most productive area on the south end.
        Bay roads.
                                                 We had all kinds of clams: butter, steamers, horse and geoducks
                                               when the tide was out.
                                                 One of the best salmon fisheries was off Possession Point.
                                               Schools of salmon would come into the Bay on an incoming tide.
                                                 We could pick up crabs at low tides... We never lacked for plenty
                                               of seafood. Just had to make the effort to go get it.
                                                                                                      ––Dick Bryant

                                                My grandparents  moved to South     He had a nice fishing boat and would
        The Bryant house (above) was located   Whidbey from Seattle  in the early   go out at night to net the fish. Appar-
        where the Hammons Preserve (a part    1910s. My father, Fulton, attended In-  ently  they  would come  into  the  head
        of the Whidbey Camano  Land Trust)    gleside School at what is now Bailey’s   of the Bay in schools at the incoming
        is now located. The house, which had   Corner Market. He dropped out of high   tide. In the morning the boat would be
        been sold to the Hammons, was burned   school and worked in the Leavenworth   beached near the road with a net full
        in a firefighting exercise in 2007.   area until the Depression started. Then   of fish.
                                              he and my mother and older brothers     We would go down, extract the fish
          We were a pretty tight-knit commu-  moved back to South Whidbey where     from the net, and liver them. The nets
        nity  around Cultus  Bay  in  the  1930s   my sister and I were born.       would go up on a drying rack and we
        and ‘40s and everyone seemed to know    Dad worked at a sawmill on the Bay   would mend any tears that might have
        everyone else.                        for awhile. My brother thought that   occurred. Once in a while we would
          The fact that a lot families had chil-  Dad got the lumber from that mill for   weave the float and sinker lines on new
        dren about the same age drew us all to-  the house on Cultus/Possession Road.  nets. We also dipped them in some sort
        gether. All of us kids got together on a   We moved into that house in the late   of copper solution to ward of organisms.
        regular basis, were in and out of each   30s, then left for a couple of years to   Dad also partook in this enterprise.
        other’s houses, and came up with activ-  the Leavenworth area so  Dad could   I do know he ran what is called a ‘set
        ities--especially during the summer--to   find work. We moved back to the Island   line’ for a while. It was a long rope with
        pass the time.                        for good right after the war started.   sinkers spaced along it, kegs for floats
          Parents around the Bay raised their   Dad had a lot of different jobs when   on each end, and baited hooks tied at
        children during the last of the Depres-  we lived at the Bay. One was catching   regular intervals. The set line was off
        sion and into  the ‘40s.  The  families   dogfish. This was when the livers were   the mouth of the Bay.
        suffered hardships, and most lived be-  a marketable item.                    I remember going out with him once
        low the poverty level based on today’s                                      as he pulled the line. He caught quite
                                                There was a couple by the name of
        standards.                            Radke living near the Bay at this time.   a few dogfish, but also a lot of kinds I
          BRYANTS:  The matriarch  of our                                           had never seen before. The worse one
        family  was Leanora  (Parkhurst) Bry-                                       was a rat fish.
        ant. My grandfather, Grant, passed                                            Radke also ran a gill net for salmon
        away before I was born. (He donated                                         for a short time. He pulled the net from
        land for Ingleside Hall, the area’s so-                                     the beach across the channel at the in-
        cial  gathering place which was later                                       coming tide. One end was anchored on
        donated to the VFW by my father and                                         shore and the other on the other side
        is now a private residence.)                                                of the channel. He did this next to the
          Grandma  Bryant  lived  with  us  off                                     Laura (Bailey) Jewett property, just
        and on while we lived at Cultus Bay up                                      down the beach from the ‘Stink Plant’.
        until she passed in the late 1950s.                                           The salmon would enter the Bay on
          My parents Fulton and Della  had                                          the  incoming  tide.  The  floats  would
        four children: Robert, James, Richard                                       bob up and down whenever a fish was
        (me) and Nora. Nora and I are the only   Leanora and Grant Bryant with son Fulton   netted. Unfortunately the seals caught
        remaining siblings.                   came to South Whidbey about 1910.     onto this quickly and followed the fish.
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