Category: Newspaper Columns

Newspaper columns that I have written for the Fern Ridge Review in Veneta, Oregon and the Creswell Chronicle in Creswell, Oregon. I began writing them for the Fern Ridge Review on August 4, 2010; on December 6, 2012, the Creswell Chronicle began printing them, as well. I am still the Lorane columnist for both papers.

Sweet Lorane Community News, April 14, 2022

Fern Ridge-Tribune News
Creswell Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
April 14, 2022
By Pat Edwards

This past couple of weeks were rather strange, weather-wise, even for Oregon. The week before last we actually had our first “shirt-sleeve weather” days. The 70 degrees were glorious and I was able to get some good weeding done in our big flower bed at the bottom of the hill. The next day or so, Jim and I had an appointment in town. It was the first time in three days we had gotten in the car to go anywhere. As I walked out into the driveway, I noticed that the hood and top of my dark burgundy-colored car were bright yellow. When I got in the car, I could not even see through the windshield and when I turned on the window washer and wipers, yellow streaks formed across the window before finally washing down the side of my car. I hadn’t realized that the pollen counts had gotten that high. I was going to run it through the car wash in town, but decided against it as I was sure it would just return to its yellow hue in short order. The next morning, our dog, BB, began snuffling through his nose. It wasn’t a cough, but I could tell he was having some respiratory distress. After several “snuffle sessions,” I realized that he, too, had been affected by the yellow shower of pollen. I gave him a Claritan that morning and by the next day, he was much better. I’ve continued his allergy pill each day until we began to have some serious rains which I knew would stop the pollen barrage for awhile, anyway. The ensuing rain was welcome, but not the cold. April showers are one thing when they’re accompanied by some warmer temps, but I’m definitely not a fan of the dips into the 30s and 40s during the day, too.

Then, a couple of days ago, I looked out the window to see snow almost covering the grass. Snow in April? There wasn’t a lot, but a layer of white had definitely replaced the yellow blanket on my car. It lasted until mid-morning before it was gone. I can’t remember a later snow in my almost 80 years in Oregon, but when I looked up the record for Eugene, we didn’t quite get there. The latest snowfall recorded in the Eugene area was on April 29, 1951. I lived in Oregon at the time—Lebanon, Oregon—and I was in the 2nd grade at Queen Anne Grade School. I don’t remember it… kids don’t remember late snowfalls, but I can sure remember the biggest snow we’ve ever had in Oregon. It was in January 1969.

That year, we still owned our homeplace on Lorane Highway where we raised our family, but we had rented it out for a couple of years to move to Monroe. Jim had been transferred to Corvallis to manage the Mayfair Market there. The long drive had become more than he wanted to do each day. We had a lot of snow in Monroe, but “at home,” near Lorane, we were told that we had almost 4 feet of it that January. (It was a record single snowfall in Eugene that year at 47.1″ that still stands). It caused havoc. We lost a loafing shed that was attached to our barn, but some of our neighbors had roofs collapse and large trees came down all over the county, some crushing anything in their paths. No one went anywhere for at least 3 days before the roads could be plowed, but a lot of sleds were hooked up to tractors and Jeeps and even more made sledding slopes on any available hill or incline, including roads. We had to tramp down or dig walkways through the snow in order to get out of the house to do chores. It’s not something native Oregonians west of the Cascades are used to having to do. But, for the most part, it was fun… and definitely memorable.

I hope everyone had an Easter filled with family this year. Things are beginning to feel a bit more “normal.”

Sweet Lorane Community News, April 7, 2022

I wrote a column for this week, but I had the newspapers pull it at the last minute. I knew it would be too painful for our daughter, Kelly, who lost her husband, Justin Fontaine, on March 30, 2022. Instead, here is a link to the “All Access” on-line magazine that published a tribute to Justin…

https://www.allaccess.com/net-news/archive/story/217120/the-industry-mourns-the-passing-of-music-industry-

Sweet Lorane Community News, March 17, 2022

Fern Ridge-Tribune News
Creswell Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
March 17, 2022
By Pat Edwards

Today, as I sit down to write this week’s column, I notice the date—March 17—St. Patrick’s Day. This has never been a major celebration at our house, but it does bring back some memories of panicking when I realized I hadn’t worn green to work at my job at the UO. I’d scramble to make sure I had some piece of green jewelry or dig through my desk drawers to find something that was any shade of green to wear in order to uphold my Irish heritage. Oh, I don’t remember that it was taken very seriously at work, either, but it was tradition, after all!
In recent years, I’d bring home a slab of corned beef and a big head of cabbage and fix them with boiled potatoes sometime during the week, but not always on St. Patty’s Day. I never had the desire to drink green beer or pinch anyone not wearing green, but I considered it a fun, happy, holiday, regardless.

This year, however, I may or may not take the corned beef from the freezer. Right now, fun or joy seems selfish. When I think of the millions of women and children of Ukraine who have been forced out of their homes as refugees, leaving their men behind to fight for their homeland, not knowing what they will find upon their return—if they are ever able to return—and those who remained behind because they refused to leave or were not able to. They are standing their ground to defend what is rightfully theirs, but their supplies of food and water are running out as their cities are surrounded by the military forces of an unhinged Russian president. And because Vladimir Putin has reminded the world that he figuratively has his finger on the button that could release nuclear warheads, the U.S. and NATO are not able to help the people of Ukraine for fear of launching World War III.

Here at home, our political rhetoric has quieted, but there are still those wanting to point fingers and complain about the high price of gasoline when it should be a time when we need to come together, as we have so many times before, with a common goal and love of our own country in times of extreme peril.

The other day, as I was scrolling through Facebook, I noticed that a friend had shared a beautiful watercolor painting of the blue and yellow Ukraine flag surrounded by sunflowers. The message above it was just as beautiful, I felt. It was obviously written from the heart and it spoke everything that I have been feeling in a simple message. I want to share it with you here:

“Instead of complaining about the cost of things and knowing it’ll get worse, here’s a different mindset… I crawled into a warm bed last night and I know where I’m sleeping tonight. There is a roof over my head and the house is warm. The fridge and cupboards have food. My pups are safe, fed and happy. I turn on the tap and have clean water. I am blessed. If I have to make fewer trips, walk a bit further, so be it. We are luckier than most people that we share this world with.”

Let’s put aside our complaints, join hands and pray that somehow, in some way, our world can soon be put to rights again with the threat of nuclear war calmed, and so the people of Ukraine can once again return home to their damaged nation in order to begin picking up the pieces and restoring it in peace.