A memorial poem for Pam Hanson, owner of the Woodrose in Garberville for many years (Includes a gathering of photos)

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A memorial poem for Pam Hanson, owner of the Woodrose in Garberville for many years and a very active member of the SoHum Community.

Margo and Pam at the Woodrose in the late 70's

Margo and Pam at the Woodrose in the late 70’s

An Ode to Pam Hanson 
September 14, 1948 — May 31, 2023
There were many sides of Pam’s personality, some that people never knew. Like this – she wrote poems for friends and special occasions. This is for you, Pam – it’s only fitting that you have one too.

Pam Hanson is with us, but not in a physical manner. Her voice lives within us, inspiring us to be kind.

Pam around age 21 in ClevelandComments

Pam around age 21 in Cleveland

She was accepting, generous, almost too trusting, and lived her life as she was so inclined.

Her life began and ended near Lake Superior and Copper Harbor’s beauty. She lived there only periodically but cherished the serenity absolutely.

She brought us all together, to remember her life well spent.
It was a life of friendship and happiness, from people she met and places she went.

Pam had a love of traveling – to Norway, Amsterdam, and Australia, which were far.

Joan Baez and Pam outside the Woodrose.

Joan Baez and Pam outside the Woodrose.

But in California and across the U.S., she loved to travel by car.

She usually visited people or traveled with friends whom she liked.
She loved restaurants, museums, and concerts, but wasn’t really up for a hike.

Pam’s generous heart shone brightly through gifts, loans, time, or a place to live.
Taking friends and employees on vacations shows her loving nature and how she loved to give.

Pam had a love of communicating, maintaining a kinship with people she knew.
Her letters, cards, and voicemails are now memories of special connections so true.

Pam was thankful and grateful for all the kindness, support, and help she received.

Mamie Kirkpatrick and Pam as a waitress well-groomed

Mamie Kirkpatrick and Pam as a waitress well-groomed

She expressed her love daily, phoning family and friends often, to tell them how she believed.

Sports were important to Pam; she coached softball, played basketball, and loved ping pong and swimming.
She was loyal to the Warriors and Giants, caught Barry Bonds’ foul ball, and loved it when her team was winning.

Pam had a love of music, starting in high school where she sang in the Girls Glee Club. She took her sister Margo to see Jim Morrison and The Doors, at a downtown Cleveland pub.

Pam spun records at KERG radio, playing upbeat “Womanly Waves” each week for an hour.
She joined Diana Ross onstage in Las Vegas – Pam was certainly no wallflower!

Her voice was pleasant and uplifting as she interviewed folks for her radio show. She loved to emcee festivals and any event that her town would throw.

For the local Garberville paper, Pam wrote the Question of the Week. She found people with all sorts of answers and gave them a chance to speak.

Pam spoke out for animals, always taking in dogs and cats who were strays. She put her words into action and started a nonprofit on her spare days.

Her Action for Animals group was a first attempt to assist them. Then The Humane Society of the Redwoods was the place where none could resist them.

Pam never met a dog or cat she didn’t like and found solace walking with them to the river.
They were all well-behaved, even her feral cat, as they knew she was the best caregiver.

Pam Hanson, Soroptimist president.

Pam Hanson, Soroptimist president.

Pam was also a people person, and brought joy and humor to many a meeting.
She was president of Soroptimist for years, and winning Woman of Distinction was a legacy worth keeping.

Not one to rest on her laurels, she oversaw the planting of trees along Garberville’s main street.
She brought a Peace Garden project to a national convention, and its Washington DC fruition was quite a feat.

Peace garden project in DC Pam Hanson

Pam Hanson with the Peace garden project in DC.

Her first job was in Cleveland, Ohio in department store sales; then she succeeded at driving a cab.
When a small café came up for sale in California, she thought “Why not take a stab?”

Pam’s parents believed in her tenacity, and took out a mortgage to help with her dreams.

Pam Hanson with her brother Tom, her mom Amy, and her dad Woodrow.

Pam with her brother Tom, her mom Amy, and her dad Woodrow.

Woodrose Café was named after her father, and she used the place for parties and memorable schemes.

She hired folks based on their horoscope, served wholesome food and delicious organic greens.
Her vision was a success and a welcoming place for all – friends, families, tourists, and teens.

Pam held and supported fundraisers, and she enjoyed the excitement and notoriety that came with that.
She met Joan Baez, Maria Muldaur, Emmylou Harris, and Danny Glover, and backstage with Jane Fonda she would chat.

Halloween was Pam’s favorite day. No one recognized her costume as a waitress well-groomed.

Pam and Tom Hanson

Pam and Tom Hanson

April Fools was planned far in advance once, when her brother Tom was sure she was doomed.

Pam told Tom she found a supplier to print counterfeit one-dollar bills.
He fell for it hook, line, and sinker, believing she would actually do it for thrills.

The joke was on him when the County Sheriff walked in the café’s main door.
Pam was placed in handcuffs, and Tom’s heart sank, since he thought she was done for.

Away she went in the backseat of the squad car, with Tom frantic, wondering just what to do.
When enough time had passed, Pam burst through the door saying “April Fools Tom! This one’s on you!”

Pam had a sense of humor, zest for life, joy in the moment, and (as she said) “old-fashioned ways.”
These qualities made her approachable, endearing, and unforgettable for all of her lifelong days.

Another side of Pam that people may not know, was her faith and belief in Jesus. The power of prayer was shown to her, and she was comforted knowing He hears us.

Pam had a very warmhearted side, with many cherished lifelong friends.
She adored her family, especially niece Randi, and her love to her she would always send.

Pam wanted to live, even at the end, and didn’t complain about her lot in life.
Her ideas had turned into reality, she touched people with hospitality, and her existence was one without strife.

Now that she’s gone and the winter of her life has passed, we reflect on what her presence meant.
Tell those close to you that you love them, give thanks for any small kindness, call people to reach them, and live your life with intent.

Written with loving memories by Pam’s sister Margo Olsen.
A few more photos:

Pam Hansen and her sister

Pam Hansen and her sister

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Ben Round
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Ben Round
2 years ago

Pam was a gem. Grounded woman, a community anchor, very funny in her almost subversive, low key way. She was a leader who didn’t act the part. The Woodrose was THE commercial place to hang out in the 1980s+. Especially on Saturday or Sunday mornings, after a ‘boogie’ / dance or an event the night before, when you could watch and see what male – female couples would walk in together. And we would think, ‘Whoa! Them together!!’. Pam would wink in her own way, but didn’t break her business persona to the customers/ group she was managing.
I miss her. And I miss Tom. He was definitely much funnier and playful than he let on too.
Garberville and So Hum were definitely the far better for having had Pam and Tom in the community!

Paul Modic
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Paul Modic
2 years ago

Here are some of my Pam and Woodrose Memories:

The iconic Woodrose Cafe in Garberville, California started in 1977 and was our unofficial community center for forty years, a local institution which is still going strong. At her thirtieth birthday party the owner and founder Pam Hanson did a strip dance on the counter. Sitting in there with coffee and breakfast I first heard on the restaurant radio the news about the Jonestown Massacre in November 1978 and nine days later that San Francisco Supervisor Harvey Milk and Mayor George Moscone had been assassinated.
When I moved to the little country lane where Pam lived just outside town in 2001 I noticed that her next-door neighbor had a small sign in the back window of his truck cab saying “Boycott The Woodrose.” Pam had warned her manager not to hire her neighbor for a waitress job, probably aware that she eventually tires of and fires most of her workers. She hired her anyway, good help is hard to find, and sure enough before the year was out Pam fired her and her husband put the sign in his truck.
Pam approached me and offered to trade Woodrose gift certificates for bags of “especiale,” the mini-buds, also called babies and rejects, which were culled from the manicured pounds of marijuana which went to market for thousands of dollars back then. Once a year I met her in one of her outbuildings where she took a rigid box of ready-made gift certificates down from a shelf, signed them, and wrote the amount on each one. The first time I just got hundreds but as the years went by I requested twenty-fives and fifties as well.
Those were the glory days trading minis for two to three thousand dollars worth of gift certificates each year. I walked up to breakfast practically every day, traded with other restaurants, gave them as gifts, took friends out to eat, and ordered takeout lunches for trim crews.
When this started she gave me $1400 in gift certificates for every pound of especiale, then over the years the price dipped to $800, finally bottomed out at $400, and then the deal was over when the price of pot tanked. (Before me Larry Carpenter had worked the same trade with her until he died, she told me.)
When I ran out of gift certificates I took a friend for breakfast at the Woodrose and brought thirty dollars in quarters with which to pay. In a cash economy there’s always oatmeal boxes full of change sitting around.
When I got the bill I tried to pay with the quarters but the waitress, Laurie, brought me some empty paper money rolls and said “You have to roll them up.”
“I don’t wanna,” I said.
“You have to roll them up!” she insisted.
“I don’t wanna, times are hard!”
She was like some mother, I was a recalcitrant child, and my friend was thoroughly embarrassed. Finally I thought what the fuck, broke the stalemate, and paid with real paper money. As we were walking toward the door I thought, “But this means they win” and I turned and bellowed loudly, “Boycott The Woodrose!”
A couple hours later I got “the call” from Pam. “The waitresses think you’re a jerk,” she said.
“Yeah, probably,” I replied.
A couple days later Pam called again. “The waitresses aren’t mad at you and you can come back anytime.” And then she apologized to me.
Pam finally sold everything: The Woodrose, her home and rentals, and moved up to Ferndale. I noticed she was back in town the other day, put together a collection of my latest stories, and stalked her down at the Chautauqua deli.
“Pam, I know you’re one of my biggest fans so I brought you some stories,” I said, offering her the folder.
“Not anymore,” she said. “You wrote something about a ‘Woodrose Lesbian’.” Huh? I did? So what?
“Do you have any especiale?” she asked.
“Well, sure, call me or drop by or something some time,” I said.
I drove the mile home feeling bad, one of my biggest fans didn’t like my stories anymore. When I got home I thought oh fuck it and made up a big bag of minis for her. I stalked her down again in town, gave her the bag, maybe a life-time supply, and drove back home with a smile on my face, feeling good again.
That was the last time I saw Pam.

Gary
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Gary
2 years ago

Sweet lady… I met her when she was driving a little MGB and needed it some work on British Car Service back in the late 80’s… She brought some treats from her Woodrose Cafe… R.I.P. Sweet lady!

Marcia Mendels
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Marcia Mendels
2 years ago

Thank you for the remembrance of Pam and all of the pictures. I always enjoyed seeing her, because I knew we’d have a conversation—I suspect everyone was a possible conversation to her! She had so many areas of knowledge and such a fun sense of curiosity. She and the Woodrose are among my first memories of Garberville, when I first came here. She added so much to our community, through her cafe, her volunteer work and her positive attitude. I miss both her and Tom.

Country Joe
Member
2 years ago

Rest in peace Pam…Thanks for sharing all the photos…

jason
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jason
2 years ago

Sadly Sohum will never be that great again.

Mendo Known 50 Years
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Mendo Known 50 Years
2 years ago

I found Pam’s obituary online from Michigan. I Wanted to share it with all of you. Pam was a real sweet lady. I always wondered where she left to when I visited the Woodrose Cafe. Blessings.
http://www.keweenawreport.com/obits/obituary-pamela-margaret-hanson/