E. E. “Whitey” Berg, a native son of Eastern Washington, has moved on to the wide open spaces of Heaven. He was born in Entiat, on August 1, 1919, to Edward and Gertrude Berg, at the family homestead on the Entiat River. The fifth of seven lively siblings, he was always the rebel of the family, and for most of the ninety-one years he favored the world with his presence, he lived a varied and vigorous life. From his earliest days, he loved the rugged beauty of the Entiat Valley; it seemed to those of us who knew him best that he was familiar with every tree, rock and flower that decorated the valley’s steep sides. On those rocky slopes and on the banks of the Mad and Entiat Rivers, he enjoyed a childhood that was carefree and fraught with mischief. He told many a yarn about his career as an ornery, tow-headed kid; one particular favorite involved some needles he filched from his grandmother’s gramophone. After inserting the needles, pointed end out, in the heels of his boots, he proceeded to get astride one of his grandfather’s workhorses, and, with his little sister on behind, spurred that horse to an amazing show of speed, while his grandmother stood on the porch and shouted for them to return. A great part of intelligence is the ability to mold the materials at hand to fit the requirements of the moment!