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Sweet Lorane Community News – July 2, 2021

Fern Ridge Review
Creswell Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
July 2, 2021
By Pat Edwards

I hope everyone was able to enjoy the 4th of July this past weekend. More importantly, I hope that each of us, regardless of which way we lean on the political spectrum, took the time to really appreciate how blessed we are to live in this wonderful country as we celebrated its birthday. Patriotism isn’t just flag waving; it’s showing respect for not only our flag, but for all of those Americans it represents. The democracy that has made it great must be cherished and protected as must the rights that our U.S. Constitution provides each and every one of us. May God Bless America!

Now that the COVID restrictions have been lifted in our state, we can now begin to resume more “normal” lifestyles, but it’s obvious that it’s going to take a bit of time. Jim and I went to the Olive Garden the other day for lunch after the restrictions were lifted. There was a half-hour wait and when we were called in to be seated, the waiter apologized for the delay. The seating still appeared to be at 50% occupancy and the waitress was obviously busy. She apologized each time she passed our table, saying that she’d be with us as soon as possible. When she arrived at our table to take our orders, she explained that they are not able to open to full occupancy because they are short on employees. It seems that few people are applying to work these days.

After lunch, we went to the Verizon store on Coburg Road to figure out why our internet at the store has not been working well. After we checked in, we were told that our wait would be about 45 minutes before we could be waited on… they were short-handed and were having trouble meeting the needs of their customers in a timely manner. We see so many “help wanted” signs around town… not just in fast-food places, either. It’s time to get our economy moving by filling vacant jobs. There are a lot of good ones out there.

Lorane has some upcoming events scheduled and I’m sure there will be others announced soon.

The Lorane Grange is bringing back its monthly family Dinner and Bingo Night, but instead of dinner this time, it will be dessert only. It will be taking place on Friday, July 16, at 7:00 p.m. All ages are welcome. It’s always been a fun evening to visit with neighbors, laugh and enjoy being a bit social again. Please mark it on your calendars and join us. Proceeds go to grange projects throughout the year.

The Lorane Community Association and Lorane Grange are planning a community-wide yard/garage sale on Saturday, August 14. You can opt to have your sale at your home in Lorane or rent a table from the grange. Maps to all of the participating sales will be provided at each stop. To sign up, contact Louise McClure or a member of either organization.
A lot of progress is being made on the Territorial Highway project at Stony Point, north of Lorane. Currently, much of the pavement has been removed through the curves and the reroute of where the new road will go is evident. Vehicles must pass through on one-way gravel areas and its imperative that everyone wait until a green light is given them before proceeding. A few incidents of impatient drivers moving forward on red have caused near-collisions on the narrow routes. There is no room to pass when you meet on-coming traffic. Let’s stay safe by adding a few more minutes to our travel time to compensate for the delays. We are all anxious for this major construction project to be completed. Thanks to all of those who are working so hard to make it happen.

Sweet Lorane Community News – June 24, 2021

Fern Ridge Review
Creswell Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
June 24, 2021
By Pat Edwards

Last week, I didn’t get my column written. Tuesday, June 15, I boarded a plane to spend four days with a very good friend in Montana. Connie and I began our long, close friendship during my one-year stint of college at Linfield in 1960. I was not able to return the following year. Instead, I got a job to try to earn enough for tuition in order to return in 1962. It never happened. In the meantime, Connie met Dick at Linfield, and they began a long and loving marriage that ended much too soon in Dick’s passing on May 14 of this year.

Connie and Dick

Connie and Dick were newly married when they offered me their home in Tigard in 1963 to stay while I awaited the birth of my first baby—the one I gave up for adoption, but who came back into my life 30 years later. Though Connie and I saw little of each other in the passing years, we kept in touch. Their lives took them to South Dakota to run a large grain and cattle farm owned by Dick’s father and grandfather until the 1980s’ farm recession and 21% interest rates forced the sale of the property and the loss of a way of life that they loved. It devastated them both and we lost touch with them for a few years. She and Dick had gone into a period of mourning.

Connie and me at Sunlight Ranch, 2012

Later, when we reconnected, they were in Wyoming, working for Earl Holding—owner of Sinclair Oil, Sun Valley, Little America and the Grand America Hotel and Resort chains. Earl and his wife Carol hired them to help run their Sunlight Ranch which borders Yellowstone National Park and Cody, Wyoming. It was Connie’s job to keep the Holding home and the ranch guest houses ready at all times and Dick oversaw maintenance of the pastures and grounds surrounding the Holding home. They lived in a snug cabin on the property overlooking a pasture where a huge elk herd calved each spring and where moose occasionally hung their heads over the backyard fence, begging for apples. Connie took hikes in bear country and observed the wolf pair that had been released nearby as they raise their babies and formed their pack.

Connie and Dick were there when the devastating Yellowstone fire of 1988 spread through some of the nearby pastures of Sunlight Ranch, and she mourned.

Pat with Connie and Dick in Helena, Montana, 2016

When my plane touched down at the Helena, Montana, airport last week, Connie and her daughter, Jeannette, were there to greet me. Our hugs conveyed all of the history we shared, and I knew that my visit was welcomed. I arrived on Tuesday and flew out on Friday. Once we got to the house she had shared with Dick, we never left. Those four days were spent with non-stop talking and listening except when we slept—or, at least, while I slept. Connie hadn’t gotten much sleep since Dick died of the cancer he had been fighting for the past 5 years. During the day, I helped her with a few home projects that needed to be done and we watered the flowers in the hot Montana sunshine. We forgot to eat a couple of meals and once failed to turn on the lights when it got dark because we were so engrossed in reminiscing and opening our hearts to the emotions that had been locked away and needed to be discussed.

We were so amazed at how many parallels we had while growing up. Both of us had moved quite often; she attended 12 different schools; I went to 10. She and I were both shy and wallflowers in school; both of our families had invested in strawberry and bean farms when we were teens—hers in Dayton, Oregon; mine in Lebanon; and each farm had 5 acres of strawberries and 15 acres of beans. We both helped with the planting, irrigating and weeding. Both of us learned to love classical music as teens and we did much of our housework in our young married years while listening to Beethoven, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Brahms, and their counterparts.

Those four days meant so much to us both and Connie knows that if the weight of her loss begins to feel too heavy, that all she needs to do is call. Our friendship is something that we will cherish forever.