Category: Writings

I have written all of my life and this collection will be diverse in content and genre.

Sweet Lorane Community Page, October 24, 2019

Fern Ridge Review
Creswell Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
October 24, 2019
By Pat Edwards

Today, the day has finally arrived for Jim to have the epidural injection that will, hopefully, relieve him of the terrible sciatica pain that he has been experiencing ever since he fell and broke his pelvis in April. It has become so bad that he is barely able to get around, even with his walker.

I’ve lost so much faith in our healthcare system over this past year. Despite the disabling pain, Jim has had to wait over 4 months to even see a neurosurgeon to be evaluated, and then another month before the epidural could be scheduled. During that time, I had to take him to the ER just to get some relief from the pain. He won’t take opioids for pain relief, but the steroid treatment they put him on, while it relieved the pain for the time he was taking the pills, completely messed up his blood sugar levels. As a diabetic, this was part of the reason we had to make a second trip to the hospital and spend an overnight stay in September.

How I miss the days when I would call the office of our beloved Dr. Bylund, our family physician, and be told to come in that afternoon or, at the latest, the next day. When we got there, he greeted us by name. He had delivered each of our children and knew their histories as well as Jim’s and mine… not just medical histories, but he knew each of us as individuals.

The insurance covered our medical bills and we felt that our lives and our health were valued. Dr. Bylund was always there for us and involved himself in our medical care, even when a specialist was called in. He was there by my side as a gynecologist, who he had called in, performed a hysterectomy on me, and he was there a week later when my body developed a prolonged high fever. Afraid that the hysterectomy had developed an infection, he oversaw my care in the hospital and he fought to have me put on a cooling bed to get the temperature down before they were able to discover the cause of it. He fretted, seethed and was with me until an ultrasound found that I had a large tumor on my kidney that was the cause of the sudden fever. The hysterectomy had apparently set off the symptoms that caused the tumor to be discovered.

A urologist was called in and he informed Jim and me that there was an 80% chance that the tumor was malignant and the kidney would have to be removed. Dr. Bylund was there with me again during that procedure. Fortunately, I won the lottery, because the tumor was not cancerous and I am still here to tell you about it.

The point I am trying to make is that I miss that care and concern for me and my family’s medical well-being. Sure, we now have specialists who are much more prepared for what ails us, and I’m sure the younger generation is fine with being bounced around from one doctor to another and made to wait for weeks before they can get in to see their own doctor, but those of us who grew up with the Dr. Bylunds of the world, mourn their loss.

And, don’t get me started on the current way that insurance companies are allowed to limit doctors’ ability to diagnose and care for their patients on an individual basis. Our son has had excruciating pain in his neck and shoulder because of compressed disks in his neck for at least the past 3 years. He’s had one surgery to correct it after having to try physical therapy, chiropractic treatments, acupuncture and other non-invasive treatments at the insurance company’s insistence, but when they finally approved the first surgery, they denied the doctor the MRI which he felt he needed to pinpoint the origin of the pain. Consequently that surgery didn’t work for more than a month or so and Rob has been back to having to sleep in a chair and taking hot showers in the middle of the night to get some relief. Like his dad, he won’t take opioid pain-killers, either. After more than a year, his doctor has finally scheduled a second surgery in a different area of his neck to be performed in December, but his insurance company has denied it, saying he has to try more non-invasive procedures once again before they’ll approve it. The decision is being appealed, but witnessing the major pain that he has been in for at least 3 years now, has caused our family a great deal of heartache.

Where is human compassion and respect for the diagnosis of doctors who have spent their lives learning their jobs and trying to give their patients the best care possible? We are the ones paying the price.

Rest in peace, Dr. Richard K. Bylund (1926-2018) with much love from the Edwards’ family.

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Our beloved Dr. Bylund

Cows and Bingo

By Pat Edwards

Bingo

Sometime in the 1980s, a local radio personality, trying to be funny, “pushed my button,” and I wrote the following letter of complaint. I never got a response, but I felt better for having written it!

How do you get 200 cows in a barn?… You put up a Bingo sign!”

Cute, John, cute! Let’s see, maybe you’re referring to that rather overweight lady sitting in Row 6. She’s dressed rather sloppily and is smoking a cigarette. As she shuffles up to the snack bar, her breathing sounds like a locomotive. The money that she pays for her Bingo buy-in probably could be used for food, clothing or other necessities, but just maybe she needs a little release from her dull life? Ok. She’s one candidate for your “cow” description.

How about that “cow” in Row 2 (in the non-smoking section)? She is in her 60’s – has been a housewife all of her life; lives in a mobile home in a park in the Danebo district. Her husband just passed away 2 months ago, and she has a son who comes to see her on weekends. Life has become pretty lonely during the week, but the friends that sit with her at Bingo share conversation and concern and give her an interest outside of herself. And, occasionally being able yell “Bingo” gives her that little rush of adrenaline that has been so absent in her life for so long.

Or maybe your picture of the Bingo cow is of the lady sitting in Row 8 next to her husband. Her chair just happens to be on wheels and her husband attentively pushes her into the Bingo hall and settles her in among their regular group of friends while he goes to the snack bar to buy her a taco salad before “the games begin.” She always gets hugs and hellos from the regulars.

Cow? Oh, but you forget. There are lots of bulls in the barn as well! One of them comes to play Bingo two or three times a week. He used to come with his wife. They were such a “cute” couple. Many people would stop at their table to chat and to ask how they were doing. Soon, she no longer came with him. Some said she was in the hospital with a stroke. Many of the cows and bulls stopped by regularly to inquire about her and to give him hugs and moral support. The “stroke” was actually Alzheimer’s and he continued to come – to get out into the world of the other cows and bulls for a couple of hours of social interaction.

But, the Bingo “cows” and “bulls” are not all ailing or gummers! There is the family – mother, father, daughter and son-in-law in Row 1 who just wanted to get out and do something fun where they could laugh and converse and maybe even pick up some extra spending money. You can’t do that in a movie theater or while sitting around the T.V. set watching the Blazers once again going down to defeat!

As you look around the barn, you see a lot of plain, average cows and bulls. True, there isn’t much sophistication emanating from the silo. It’s just a herd that enjoys socializing while drinking non-alcoholic Diet Cokes, eating chili dogs and, once in a while, getting high – not from cocaine or pot – but from the adrenaline rush when yelling “Bingo” at the top of their lungs. Sure, their money could be invested in more profitable activities, just as their time could be spent alone, or their thoughts mired in the problems of every day life. Cows? Come on, John!

I’m using this as an example of the insensitivity you and some others who are in the public eye show in order to try and be funny. If you have to degrade or embarrass others in order to be funny, amusing, entertaining, etc., then to me, and others like me, you are not “funny, amusing, or entertaining, etc.”

Show some class – earn the respect of your listeners, don’t try to insult our intelligence. The best on-air personalities are those who are naturally funny and witty and who make use of the naturally funny things in life that surround us daily. When you have to strain for and concoct humor, then you lose not only your credibility but your audience as well.

You might be wise to take some advice from this old cow, John. According to you, that’s what I am even though I am also a wife, mother, grandmother, friend, well-respected employee, freelance writer, editor/publisher, active community member, animal lover, computer word-processing “expert” – and a weekly Bingo player.

Coyote Ridge Dressage: A Link With the Past

By Pat Edwards

Lorane’s newest arena, Coyote Ridge Dressage is its best-kept secret. Built over a four year period and completed in 2006 by Greg and Tracey Weiss, it brings to the area Old World traditions and the elegance of European royalty. It is a new facility, but its roots go back 425 years in history to the very beginnings of the Spanish Riding School in Vienna, Austria – the home of the Lipizzaner horse and a very special classical dressage riding and training technique perfected by masters over the centuries. It links Lorane’s history to the 1936 Olympics in Germany where Alois Podhajsky, Director of the Spanish Riding School, won a Bronze Medal in Individual Dressage on his horse, Nero. General Patton enters that history when his troops rescued the great Lipizzaner stallions from capture by Hitler as depicted in Walt Disney’s 1963 movie, Miracle of the White Stallions. He rescued the mares, too, which were scheduled for slaughter to feed the troops in Poland. Podhajsky, Patton, and Tracey Weiss are all linked together by a single person, Tracey’s mentor and trainer, Karl Mikolka. In a short biography that Mikolka has published on his website, http://www.karlmikolka.com/, he tells of his beginnings.

“I, Karl Mikolka was born in Floridsdorf, a suburb of Vienna, Austria in 1935. My mother informs me that as young as my stroller days I exhibited an insatiable curiosity about horses, a curiosity that later became the driving force behind my entering the Spanish Riding School after graduating from the Humanistische Gymnasium in 1955. Dashing my mother’s hopes of ever becoming a concert pianist or something useful like a banker, I remained with the Riding School for 14 years, moving through the ranks of elévè, Bereiteranwärter, Bereiter and Oberbereiter or Chief Rider before accepting an appealing offer from Brazil to establish a nucleus of Dressage in Rio de Janeiro and Sao Paulo.

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Karl Mikolka at Coyote Ridge

 

“In 1972, following my four-year assignment in Brazil, my good friend Richard Ulrich made possible the realization of my boyhood dream of coming to America by inviting me to join him at Friars Gate Farm in Pembroke, Massachusetts. The United States has been my home since then and I have devoted the past thirty years to the preservation of Classical Horsemanship in word and deed through training, teaching, judging, coaching and publishing. I now live in Gloucester, Massachusetts, with my lovely wife Lynn and three very charming and spoiled cats.”

Karl studied under the great master Cerha, who Podhajsky also had some earlier instruction from, learning the intricate and precise techniques used in classical dressage. On his summer holidays and other rare free times from the Academy, he sought out past masters who had retired but were still living in Europe. He spent whatever time he could with these past masters, learning as much from their lines of expertise as he could. Each master had his own specialty in the training process and by learning what he could from each of them, Karl has become perhaps one of the greatest repositories for Classical Dressage ever produced by the Spanish Riding School. Over the past 12 years, he has been passing that knowledge to his protégé, Tracey Weiss, of Lorane, Oregon.

Tracey was like many young girls growing up in Eugene. She was a city girl, but had a deep love for horses. Her parents bought her first horse, a Quarter Horse named Kemo, in 1971 when Tracey was just entering high school. They boarded Kemo at a local stables and Tracey began riding him in gaming events. She eventually began riding English and competing in hunter/jumper classes with her Holsteiner gelding, Blitzkrieg. Soon, she took up dressage. Her riding abilities and her love for horses steadily progressed until she met Karl at a Salem Dressage Clinic in 1996. They developed a friendship and a mutual respect and admiration. She recognized Karl as a great master who could expand her knowledge of classical dressage beyond anything she had yet experienced. He saw in her the potential to pass on the knowledge handed down to him.

In 1992, Tracey and her husband Greg bought a home and 35 acres of property north of Lorane from Randy Joseph. Allen Van Zuuk built the house and an outbuilding in 1976. Randy Joseph purchased it from Allen and added five more outbuildings and the main house.

Greg, an accomplished skier and a former owner of Wasatch Powderbird Guides helicopter ski guide service in Snowbird, Utah, and the Springfield Rock Quarry in Springfield, Oregon, decided that it was time to devote his energies to helping Tracey with her calling. As Tracey’s interest and commitment to the study of classical dressage became a total mission, the need for a proper facility became apparent.

Reminiscent of the 1989 movie, Field of Dreams, and its catch-phrase of “Build it and they will come,” Tracey and Greg built their dream. In Field of Dreams, Kevin Costner‘s character followed his seemingly unrealistic dream to build a special baseball diamond in the middle of his cornfield in order to attract the great baseball legends of the past. Tracey and Greg’s dream is bringing the past to Lorane. With advice from Karl, they designed and built an arena to perfectly aid in the training of the dressage horse.

Construction of the true timber all-wood frame building began in 2002. At first, they were told that a building that size could not be built with wooden trusses and without nails, brackets or bolts. Engineers carefully studied the plans, however, and were surprised to find that it could, indeed, be built that way. Local resident, Greg Morrow was commissioned to build the framework using large wooden dowels and wooden shims to connect the massive beams and structure. Jeff Faville, a Doughty grandson, is another local craftsman who took part in the creation of the building. He did all of the intricately patterned brickwork used throughout the building. Two former Lorane residents, Randy Joseph and John Jones, provided custom woodworking. Lorane resident, Parry Kalkowski used his talents in specialized metalwork to design the huge metal hinges that support the 1,000-1,100 pound doors leading into the arena proper. The exterior doors are also supported by metal tension rods designed to look like linking snaffle bits. He crafted horse head artwork for the front doors and incorporated several tulips into the design.

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Coyote Ridge front doors. Metalwork designed by Perry Kalkowski of Lorane

 

Upstairs viewing area

Upstairs viewing area

 

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Coyote Ridge Dressage tack room

 

The tulip has become the Weiss’ logo. A Lipizzan horse is lovingly known as a “Lip.” The Weiss’ have imported two very special Lipizzan stallions from Austria to form the nucleus of their business… thus was born the secondary name for their farm, “2Lip Stud.” The whole building is immaculate and furnished like a warm European mansion with soothing classical music piped into every area. Downstairs, there are beautiful clean stalls for the horses, a grooming area, a wash area, a beautifully designed brick water closet used to hang freshly laundered horse sheets until they are dry, a large area for feed and equipment storage, a kitchen, bathroom and shower. Upstairs is the viewing area overlooking the arena. It has a row of vintage cushioned theater seats, each outfitted with an electric blanket for cold weather. The upstairs also houses a bar, an outside patio overlooking the outdoor arena and Tracey’s office. There are windows on all sides. From Tracey’s office, she is able to observe the horse stalls, the indoor and outdoor arenas and the pastures surrounding the building. The footing in the arena is as it was when Karl was at the Spanish Riding School, a combination of sand and cedar shavings. The dimensions are 20 x 40 meters in size as is the School’s. The walls are 12 feet in height to protect the horse and rider from exposed beams and to prevent a frightened horse from trying to jump or crawl over it. It also serves as a barrier so the horse and rider can work without outside distractions. Every 10 meters along the walls are symbols that are used to determine the precise distances and details used in the classical dressage training and conditioning techniques. Longing and conditioning are major parts of the training process to keep muscles supple and the horses free from injury when performing the intricate moves that are done by the more advanced horses. The outdoor arena is Olympic size (20 x 60 meters) and is marked with the dressage letters you see in the competition arenas. In good weather, the horses are worked in the special blend of concrete sand and shredded rubber. Both arenas are kept harrowed and during the dry season, the outdoor arena is watered daily to give the horses the maximum foundation for their footing.

Inside of barn

Inside of barn

 

Wash area

Wash area where the horses get their baths

 

Lipizzan stallions born in Austria all have a special brand of identification that is centuries old. These brands identify their lineage. An “L” on their left cheek shows that they were born in Austria, and signifies the original stud of Lipizza. A letter designation on their left wither identifies which of the 6 stallion lines their sire descended from and another mark below it tells of the maternal line. A number on their right side shows their birth number for that particular year. All Austrian Lipizzan stallions are given two names. The first is the stallion line they descend from. The second is the dam or mother’s name which, in Austria, must end in the letter “a” and be a feminine name. They are called by their mother’s names. The stallions and mares that Tracey and Greg brought to the United States are some of the finest on this side of the Atlantic. Maestoso Contessa 58 is a pure white stallion who is starting the highest level of training, called the Airs Above the Ground. This level incorporates amazing moves originally designed for use by the ancient warhorses and can only be achieved by extensive training and conditioning.

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Tracey on Contessa on rail

 

From his name, it can be determined that Contessa is from the Maestoso stallion line, his mother’s name is Contessa, and he was number 58 in the order of birth. Tracey’s second stallion, Pluto Tücsök 44, is out of a Hungarian born Lipizzan mare, Tücsök, whose name doesn’t end in the traditional “a” because Hungary does not have the same rules. He bears the less common dark color that will never turn white. All Lipizzans are born dark but most begin to turn grey shortly after they are born. The breed once was represented by almost all colors found in other breeds ‒ chestnut, bay, black, even pinto ‒ but the greys or whites were favored by the royalty and the practice of breeding only white stallions to white mares has been strictly followed for centuries. Genetics, however, dictates that occasionally a dark colored horse that stays dark will be born. These were once frowned upon, but are now likely to become more and more in demand as breeding stock to get a dark gene back into the breed. Studies have found that melanomas occur much more frequently in light colored pigments in horses.

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Greg Weiss and Tücsök “Pluto”

 

Tracey & Tücsök

Tracey and Tücsök

 

In the past year, the Weiss’ have been harvesting semen from Contessa and Tücsök to be used for artificial insemination. The frozen semen is shipped all over the United States.
The Weiss’ also have imported from Austria two young Lip mares, Riga and Granada, who have just begun dressage training. Riga is grey/white and Granada is a bay who will remain dark. If Granada is bred to Tücsök, the foal will definitely remain dark. If Riga is bred to the bay stallion, her foal will be a surprise package, depending on the genes that she carries. Tracey and Greg also own other dressage horses and are training horses for other people, including two Lipizzans.

Tracey rides and works with each horse for about an hour a day 5 days a week. She is at the barn 7 days a week, 12 hours a day and studies for 2-3 hours a day. Karl Mikolka flies in from his home in Boston 5 to 6 times a year to work with her and to conduct clinics. He stays in a specially-furnished guest room on the farm during his visits. In addition to the clinics, Tracey and Greg host benefits and fundraisers for such recipients as Oregon State University School of Veterinary and other horse-related projects.

Tracey’s dream is materializing. She’s learning a lifetime of skills and knowledge that few other individuals have been able to attain or grasp from a master who has achieved them from his own intense study and practice. In Tracey’s own words, “My Karma is to pass this on to at least one other person in my lifetime.” She is that one person in Karl’s lifetime. It will be interesting to see who the next in succession will be.

Written in 2006 for From Sawdust and Cider to Wine