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Sweet Lorane Community News (The Chronicle), June 23, 2022

The Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
June 23, 2022
By Pat Edwards

What glorious weather we are experiencing the last few days. The warm, but mild, weather has allowed me to go outside and make some headway on all of the “catch-up” work awaiting me in and around our yard. Most important, though, is the fact that the farmers are finally able to go into the fields and begin cutting the hay crop that is on the verge of being overdone. Our son-in-law, Brian, is one of them.

For Jim and I, the weather is having to take a backseat this coming week in our thoughts and plans. He is scheduled for a serious back surgery on Monday, June 27, and will have some disk work done on his lower back as well as the stabilization of a break that was discovered there, as well. He will spend a couple of days at McKenzie-Willamette until they are sure that all is as it should be before sending him home. Thank you for keeping him in your thoughts and prayers… the more the better.

I want to thank Noel Nash, the publisher of The Chronicle, for approaching me about researching and writing an article on Creswell’s “Fruit Lands” history. Neither of us expected the amount of information that I was able to find about A.C. Bohrnstedt, the capitalist from the Midwest who instigated that part of Creswell’s history. In addition, I was able to tie together the information that Nancy O’Hearn, Marna Hing and I had gathered on the Lorane orchards for our 1987 book, Sawdust and Cider; A History of Lorane, Oregon and the Siuslaw Valley. The two communities share similar histories with the exception that each was represented by different investment companies who used the same schemes with much the same outcome.

Old newspaper articles that I was able to access on-line provided a bounty of detailed information on the impact these orchard companies had on both communities. The stories eventually grew to the point that I knew I had gathered enough to put into a book, and Picking the Orchard Clean became a reality.

I hope that you enjoy these stories as much as I did in putting them together. The orchard industry was a large part of the histories of both Creswell and Lorane, even though it did not carry on to today’s economies as it did in the Hood River and Medford, Oregon areas which are still known throughout the state for their award-winning production of fruit.

I’ll be at the Lane County Fair’s “Oregon Authors’ Table” to sell some of my books on local history (including Picking the Orchard Clean,) all day (Senior Day) on Thursday, July 21, and I hope that some of my readers will stop by and say “Hello.”

In the meantime, I wish us all a “Happy Summer!” and a special “Congratulations” to newlyweds, Erin, our amazing editor, and her husband, Lance.

Sweet Lorane Community News, May 5, 2022

Fern Ridge-Tribune News
Creswell Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
May 5, 2022
By Pat Edwards

Well, I feel like we’re living in Oregon again. This spring, with all of its spring rains interspersed by a few warmer, sunny days, seems familiar. We haven’t had one of these in awhile and although I’m not a huge fan of long strings of wet, rainy days when I’m wanting to get out and work in the yard, I’m thankful that maybe this might mean that we won’t be experiencing drought conditions this summer. Fingers crossed.

Yesterday, it was 73 degrees and I ventured outside in shirt sleeves to clean out the bird feeders I had left out over the winter. I brought them in, cleaned them up and took them outside again for the birds that I knew had been waiting for them for quite some time. I really neglected my little feathered friends this year, I’m afraid. It didn’t take them long to find the feeders and there were a lot of Black-headed Grosbeaks, House Finches and Sparrows enjoying the fresh food this morning. I need to get my hummingbird feeder out today.

For me, and for many of my friends, one of the biggest perks of being on the verge of becoming an octogenarian is the joy that having so many young great grandchildren, living close-by, brings to our lives. The transition that comes with aging and, in our case, the sale of the business that we had for over 44 years, has seemed a bit difficult to transcend. Accepting the limitations that infirmities put on us as well as dealing with the times that we are living in is not easy.

But fortunately, several years ago, with the arrival of our first great-grandbabies (they now number 12), I turned one of our extra bedrooms into a playroom for the littles. I equipped it with a miniature bright-blue card table with red, blue, green and yellow folding chairs for putting puzzles together or looking at books. They also have a well-used easel with a blackboard and eraser on which they practice their writing and artwork and I’ve filled it with toys and stuffed animals that they love to play with. Their favorites are an antique wooden dog pull toy that has obediently followed each of the kids around the whole house over the years; then there’s the toy “popcorn-popper” on wheels that is pushed over the same routes. “Rock ‘n Roll Elmo” and Gi-Gi, as they all call me, have taught many one year olds how to dance along with Elmo’s music to be had with a push of the red button. They’ve learned to fit stars and squares and ovals into the correct holes in a plastic ball while honing their hand-eye coordination skills and watched their little battery-operated car bump into Gi-Gi’s toes. Papa (Jim) has a fitness vibrating deck that they love to stand on while listening to their little voices, singing and vibrating “Aaaah…!” Giggles are contagious.

Because each of our littles have multiple grandparents and great-grandparents, Jim and I are “Gi-Gi” and “Papa” to them—or more correctly, for a couple of them, we are now combined to a singular “Gigipapa.” We’re told that when passing our house or even the intersection that leads to our house in a car, they point to it, exclaiming “Gigipapa’s house!”

“Huddie Buddy”aka Hudson Scott Haxby

While on a weekend outing to the coast with his family, our little great-grandson, Hudson, who won’t be two years old until late July, surprised his parents by pointing out every car in the parking lot that had a Ford emblem on it—and even as they passed a Ford dealership in Newport—by excitedly saying “Gigipapa!” We have a Ford Edge, so apparently all things Ford are “Gigipapa” in his eyes.

So, our blessings are spilling over the top. Those big smiles and excited hugs we get in greeting from each of them as they come over to visit before heading straight back to the playroom, make up for so much of the other “stuff” of life.

Harper, Shiloh, Cora and Hayden Furlong

Hudson and Sawyer Haxby






Calliope Stevens


Axel and Cieran Wilson






Kai and Landon Mulder (with parents, Bethany and Cameron Mulder)






And, for those who have been wondering, Jim and I—just the two of us—have made plans to fly to Boston in late September where we will take an 8-day “Fall-color” bus tour of the New England states. It’s a first step in the beginning of our full retirement, and we’re going to make the most of it, by golly, knowing that there will be a lot of hugs waiting for us upon our return.

Sweet Lorane Community News, March 24, 2022

Fern Ridge-Tribune News
Creswell Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
March 24, 2022
By Pat Edwards

This morning, as I try to figure out what I can write about, I’ve decided that it would be fun to tell you a little about a subject I’ve been trying to work in for quite some time. As most everyone knows, for Jim and me, our family is the main focus of our world. Many of you know our daughters and son, our grandchildren and even our great-grands. Each of them have their own homes and live their various, busy lives in ways that make us proud. Since we have been “empty-nesters” for some time now, we’ve turned more and more to our “furry kids” to help fill our lives. Unfortunately, their life spans aren’t long enough. Each time we have had to say goodbye to any of them, it has been heartbreaking. Each one is special and as much a part of our family in their own time and place as our human kids. I’d like to introduce three of our current ones to you today.

Jo-Jo, aka Joey

We’ve had Jo-Jo the longest… I usually just call him Joey. His mama and another female cat had been dumped at our store over 14 years ago. Both were pregnant, so we caught them and kept them in the old tavern building where they delivered and raised their kittens. We took the mamas in to have them spayed after the kittens were weaned and found homes for them all. Jo-Jo came home with us.


We adopted Toby from a rescue in San Diego, California. He’s a small blue heeler with a big attitude. He arrived in Eugene in a crowded dog carrier sitting precariously at the very back and top of an enclosed van where he had been for the two-day trip. He was scared and very quiet on that morning as he was unloaded from that van. I was very quiet, too, and I remember my eyes were red and swollen, for, very early that same morning, I had returned from the vet’s office where I had been forced to say goodbye to my beautiful, sweet Shortie dog who was to be Toby’s brother. We had not planned it that way… it just happened. So, Toby and I immediately bonded in our fright and sorrow.

BB… Can you believe his daddy is a blond Labradoodle? 🙂

BB came into our lives as part of a local rescue. His mother and litter of puppies had been found running down Siuslaw River Road. We found the owners and they willingly turned the puppies over to a nearby rescue group. We fell in love with BB and he, Toby and Joey have become “brothers.” We have two other female feline members of the family, but I’ll have to tell about Oreo and Xena in another column sometime.

Toby, BB and Joey are quite the challenging group. Each one is very possessive of me, especially. They love Jim, too, but Toby has set himself up as my protector and he would like to keep others (people and animals) away from me whenever possible. BB, who looks like a black Irish Setter with brindle accents, is usually submissive, but wants, and sometimes demands, his attention, too. And, the older Joey gets, the more determined he is to not be left out when he feels attention is needed… which is often.

One morning I was sitting at the breakfast table reading the paper and all three were gathered around. They don’t beg for food… they each just want to be the ones getting the attention on each side of my chair. All of a sudden, BB and Toby got into one of their very rare fights. It sounded real, but they’ve never hurt each other in any way. I got up to break it up when all of a sudden there was a flying hairball with clawed feet splayed out, pouncing on top of the melee. Joey had had enough of their childishness and decided to end the fight himself. Toby, whose back was blanketed by a very angry cat, yelped and disengaged from BB. I grabbed Joey and threw him outside so the dogs wouldn’t turn on him, and told the other two “kids” to stop it immediately.

They soon settled down and when I let Joey back in the house, he immediately walked over to Toby and nuzzled up against him. Toby, in turn licked Joey’s ear tenderly.

It so reminds me of what it was like raising our own kids so long ago. Being family has always meant we love each other, but arguments and fights are inevitable. It’s ok—and expected—to fight amongst ourselves, but if you really want to feel the fangs, just let someone from outside the family circle hurt one of us. I love it! If only we could all be one big family!