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, June 8, 2023

The Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
June 8, 2023
By Pat Edwards

Much of the Lorane news centers around the activities and events sponsored by and/or held at the Lorane Grange, but there is another organization that has remained active and constant for well over 100 years. The Lorane Rebekah Lodge is a beautiful, old, white 2-story building which stands sentinel on the hill next to the Lorane Church. The building was first erected in 1898, and used mainly by the Lorane International Order of Odd Fellows (I.O.O.F.) #122, and later, by its associated lodge for women, the Rebekah Lodge #219. Both organizations were joined by many of the original families who settled in Lorane… the Crow(e)s, Wingards, Mitchells, Fosters, Hawleys, Foleys, Zumwalts, Farmans, McCullochs, Lees, Colemans, Addisons, Russells, Doaks, Inmans, and so many more.

When the new hall was built, a barn was also added to stable the members’ horses while they attended the meetings. They also built a house adjacent to the hall which was used as a rental in later years. The upper part of the hall was used for meetings and the lower section was rented to various businesses and organizations. The Lorane Social Club occupied the building in approximately 1900, and in 1910, George Ozment used the ground floor as a grocery store. Other owners continued in the grocery business at that site along with a barber shop and the post office. At one time the members discussed renting the space for a roller skating rink, but apparently the idea never reached reality.

According to the I.O.O.F. minutes, in 1900, the Lodge purchased 83½ yards of carpeting for the meeting hall for the price of $66.80.

On April 28, 1906, the Lodge members approved a motion to send a relief fund in the amount of $15.10 to the brother Odd Fellows in San Francisco, California, following the devastating earthquake in that area.

In 1910, rent from the store on the lower level of the Lodge was $60 per year.

The Pride of Lorane Rebekah Lodge #129 was established in the community of Lorane on February 20, 1903. It began with a membership of 17 ladies. There is no official record for membership between the years of 1907 and 1917, when the first charter was surrendered, but on January 9, 1918, Mrs. Oral (Verona) Crowe wrote to her sister-in-law Della—Mrs. Elmer Crowe—telling about the Rebekah organization in Lorane.

“I am sending your Rebecca (sp) receipts. We paid more on Elmer’s than yours as he was further back on his dues. I am elected Sec. again. I was glad as I like the work fine. Last night we initiated Edith Foster, Nellie Sanderson, Miss Scott and Linn Sturdevant and Ruby Davis is having her card fixed up to change over here. We all went in together and had supper at the Hall at seven o’clock instead of at home. Chicken and noodles and salads and many other things too numerous to mention.”

The charter was again established on January 28, 1942, as Lorane Rebekah Lodge #252.

During the beginning of the new charter, Rebekah Lodge #252 had difficulty in meeting regularly due to the problems associated with World War II. Gasoline and tires were scarce, and so were members. Some meetings were held in private homes with only five members as a quorum present to hold the charter.

The post war years were prosperous and the membership grew to a high of 91 in the late 1940s. As the timber supply decreased and the mills shut down, however, the population of Lorane also decreased and the membership declined. In 1986, the Lorane Rebekah membership stood at 47 and is much smaller today.

The Lorane I.O.O.F. Lodge for many years sponsored an annual community Smelt Feed. The high school gymnasium was usually the site of the feed, and the “domestic science room”—or home economics room—in the nearby school was used to prepare the feast. In the early 1930s, Wayne and Maybell Robinson remember these smelt feeds with somewhat mixed feelings. They were a popular event for the community, but because the school’s home economics room had no ventilating fan, the grease from the deep fat frying process coated everything in the room—stove, tables, walls, ceiling, curtains, etc. Because the Robinsons were not only the principal and teachers at the school but also the custodians, it was their job to clean the school after the feed in preparation for the next day’s classes. The job took a good share of the night to complete. The smelt feed was later held in the lower level of the I.O.O.F. Hall after the post office was moved to the Foster Store at the bottom of the hill.

The Lorane Odd Fellows charter was dropped in March 15, 1986. Since then, the Rebekahs have remained active and have taken over the use of the hall for their meetings and activities, sharing it with their youth counterparts, Theta Rho and Boy Scouts, in recent years.

In addition, the hall was used to host weekly Senior lunches and the Meals on Wheels program for several years, and in the 1980s, on Halloween nights, it was transformed into a popular haunted house.

The groups who meet at the lodge sponsor community roadside clean-up projects around Lorane and free childcare for parents who want a night out to Christmas shop, but their biggest  project that has continued through the years is the care and maintenance of the Lorane I.O.O.F. and Rebekah Cemetery located on south Territorial Road.

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On June 16, 2023, at 6:00 p.m., the Lorane Rebekahs are revisiting the past. They have opted not to resurrect the old smelt feeds, but instead are sponsoring today’s equivalent of the popular “Dime-a-Dip” dinners that were so well-attended in earlier years… only, now, in 2023, this event has become a “Quarter-a-Dip” Dinner. The lodge members will provide a delicious dinner for 25 cents a dip/scoop and during the meal, a truck box is to be raffled off.

The Lorane Grange will also be holding their Bingo and Dessert Night for the last time until next fall on June 24, at 7:00 p.m.

How wonderful it is that these and other organizations in Lorane continue to provide our community with the ability to bond as neighbors and friends. We are a diverse group of individuals, but we also take pride in the fact that we can put our individual differences aside and celebrate and appreciate the things that are important to all of us.

Thank you to each of you who work so hard to keep that tradition going in our community!

Sweet Lorane Community News, May 25, 2023

The Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
May 25, 2023
By Pat Edwards

I want to thank the doctors and nurses in the ER at the Cottage Grove Hospital for their prompt and kind care of me last Wednesday when I injured my foot. It was such a weird situation when it happened and the mental visuals of how I must have looked when it occurred brings a smile now, but was not too funny at the time. I was watering my flowers along the front of our house which sits on a hill overlooking Territorial. The flower bed runs along the very edge of the slope. I have the first 4′ drop-off cleared and it is covered with bark mulch. The rest of the 25′ or so slope is covered by heavy underbrush growth, including blackberries, which I try to keep at bay as much as possible. Somehow, as I walked along the top of the flower bed, I began to lose my balance and began to fall. I knew that if I continued head-first down the hill, I would end up in the blackberries which would probably keep me from rolling further, but would not be pleasant. I don’t know how I did it, but I was able to land on my feet at the bottom of the first 4′ drop, facing in the opposite direction, and remain standing. It was then a matter of crawling my way back up the 4′ incline and trying to repair what was left of my dignity. Those mental visions that I then began to have involved amazing Olympic gymnasts I loved watching through the years… Olga Korbut, Cathy Rigby, Mary Lou Retton, Simone Biles… you know, those young, slender-but-muscular powerhouses… and try to compare them to my 80-year old crepe-skinned body. When my heart-rate began to slow, and I thought I was home free, I was able to laugh about it to myself.

“But,” you say, “how did you end up at the ER?” Well, I was fine for a while following my “physical feat,” but after finishing my work in the flower beds, I went in the house to rest my back on the couch for a while. When I got up, though, the bottom of my left foot began hurting terribly. It felt like there were large rocks in my shoe and I could barely walk. The pain would not go away and progressively got worse. I soaked my foot in hot water for awhile and tried ice, but nothing helped it and it became swollen. I usually have a high threshold of pain, but it actually brought me to tears. Our daughter, Gloria, arrived about that time to pick up Grizz, her English Mastiff—our grandpuppy—who stays at our house many days. She took one look at me and said we were going to go to the ER. She alerted her sisters and brother and by the time we got to Cottage Grove, our son, Rob, was there with a wheelchair to greet us. As we entered the ER, my visions had changed to those of Jim and me embarking on our upcoming June vacation to Eastern Canada—Quebec, New Brunswick and Nova Scotia—Jim pushing his walker and me in a cast and on crutches.

Fortunately, the x-rays showed no sign of a fracture and the diagnosis was a sprain that did not begin to hurt until the swelling began to affect it. Rob, a 30-year surgical assistant for Slocum Orthopedics, guessed that I sprained the plantar fascia tendon on the bottom of my foot which is exactly where I was feeling much of the pain. Two days later, I am walking almost normally on the foot again, thanks to over-the-counter pain relievers and a reduction in the swelling.

I am aware that, at my age, I need to be more cautious about potential falls. This was my second one in about a month’s time. The first time, I tripped over a log on our property and skinned up a knee pretty badly. Fortunately, neither injury will affect my otherwise fairly good health, but I know only so well that the next one could.

All of us need to be aware that our lives can change in an instant, so we need to make the most of each moment and not put off the things we are still able to enjoy with our loved ones.

And, above all, we need to consciously count our blessings each day.

Sweet Lorane Community News, May 11, 2023

The Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
May 11, 2023
By Pat Edwards
It’s amazing how swiftly Mother Nature changes her mind as far as our seasons go—in Oregon, at least. A few weeks ago, having had freezing temps and snowflakes in April, spring seemed a long ways off. Weeds and grass had not even begun to grow much. Now, all of a sudden, lawns are being mowed weekly and the weeds in the flower beds are trying to play “catch-up.” Now, it’s my turn to play the same game. I’ve ordered bark mulch to be delivered and blown over a large area that we need covered by the house. We normally just go in to town with Jim’s pickup and have it filled with bark mulch one or two times, bring it home and spread it ourselves, but the fact that Jim no longer drives, we no longer have his pickup, and my back will no longer allow me to spread as much as I need to have done this year, we decided to bear the extra expense.
This week, the sun’s been out and I’ve been able to head outside in shirt sleeves to work in short increments to get the flower beds under control. I work for 15 or 20 minutes at a time and then sit in our yard swing for another short period to rest my back before heading out again. At the same time, I’m allowing our kitten, Gigette (yes, I know that’s not the normal spelling), to play outside in the sunshine as she has been longing to do while, at the same time, teaching her that the birds at the bird feeders are off-limits. I have the garden hose and nozzle turned on and ready whenever she ventures over to visit the birds. A quick spurt in that direction changes her mind in a hurry and she runs off to explore the bushes and shrubs around the house. When it’s time for me to go back in the house, she comes in, too.
Several years ago, I built petunia boxes for myself and a daughter. I made them out of scrap wood pallets and the construction is nothing I want to brag about… in fact, it’s fortunate that when the petunias are in full bloom, very little of the wood can be seen. Jim helped me drill 1.5″ holes all along the sides and ends of each box and each spring I plant both boxes by shoving the roots through the holes into the planting mix inside the box starting at the bottom and working my way up where I plant the whole top layer.

The petunia box when it is first planted (2016)

This year, with freezing temperatures still fairly recent, I hesitated in planting the petunias yet, but yesterday I brought three flats home and planted them last night anyway. I’m trying an experiment this time and I’m anxious to see how it turns out. Among the colors of petunias available where I shop I chose flats of red, white and dark purple. I decided to plant them in my box like an American flag… a row of red on the bottom, white above it; another row of red with three dark purple ones at the left on the third row up; a row of white and purple

Petunia box in full bloom, (2019)

above that, and continuing the pattern in a blanket on the top layer. I’m keeping my fingers crossed and hoping that Mother Nature doesn’t throw us a curve-ball in the form of a few more freezing nights as I’m anxious to see what it looks like when the small plants begin to cover the outside and top of the box.

The weather forecast is showing that the temps should get up into the 90s soon, so I’m trying to get as much done before then as I can. I’m not complaining… at least not yet. Other parts of the country have borne a much greater degree of Mother Nature’s wrath this winter… snow, ice, floods and deadly tornados. We, in the Pacific Northwest, have been fortunate and I’m glad that we live where we do.
Happy Spring, all! It really has arrived.