Tag: Barbara Isborn

Sweet Lorane Community News, December 31, 2020

Fern Ridge Review
Creswell Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
December 31, 2020
By Pat Edwards

In the summer of 2018, my sister and brother-in-law, Barbara (I call her B.J.) and Dwight Isborn, moved from their beautiful home above Cottage Grove Lake to an equally beautiful home in Redmond, Oregon, where they’ve always wanted to live—out of the rainy winters into the cold-but-sunny, snowy ones. The problem with that is, they left family behind in Lane County and none of us enjoy driving the snowy passes between here and there during the winters. As a consequence, we haven’t spent any of the winter holidays together since. With the arrival of the pandemic in 2020, we haven’t gotten together as a group for a year now and even though we are relatively close in distance, they might as well be living on the East Coast. B.J. did make it over the hill this summer for an outdoor, socially-distanced, memorial service of an extended family member, but she drove home the same day, and one day during the early part of spring, before the mandates, she and Dwight came over to see their daughter and we all had lunch together in Cottage Grove, all properly masked.

This Christmas, I made B.J. promise me that she would rein in her gift buying for us. I promised to do the same, as I had decided that we would mainly just get gifts for our little ones in the family. She reluctantly agreed and a week before Christmas, a package arrived in the mail from them. I was late in sending theirs because I had been waiting for an on-line order. When it hadn’t come in time, I put together a couple of token gifts for them—a jigsaw puzzle for her and 3 pairs of socks for Dwight—as promised. When we opened their package on Christmas day, we had a good laugh. They sent me a jigsaw puzzle and Jim 3 pairs of socks. We thanked each other for the great gift selections and came to the conclusion that we could have saved a lot of postage if we had just kept the ones we bought.

The Isborns and Edwards on a 2014 trip to Alaska. Dwight and Barbara Isborn (back); Jim and Pat Edwards (front). We’re looking forward to another trip with them soon.

 

I miss them.

Like so many others, I am anxious for the people of our nation to get enough vaccinations so that we can once again lower the restrictions that are keeping us from our loved ones, our jobs, our schools and our good friends and neighbors.

I want to get away from the television news shows with their reports of political divisiveness, the occasional days of wearing pajamas all day, taking naps in the afternoons, trying to focus on the various projects I have taken on, and eating way too much.

I want to get on with the pending sale of our store; to be able to travel while we’re still able; to once again be able to research and work on the book I put aside in 2020. Most importantly, in 2021, I want to freely hug our family and friends in greeting, take caravan vacations, and go to chick-flick and Disney movies with my daughters, granddaughters and great-grands. (We do invite any male family member along who wants to go, too.) I want my great-grandchildren to experience what “going to school” is really like—the excitement of walking into that pre-school or kindergarten classroom for the first time to take that first step of independence. I want to be able to eat out again.

I think that what I wish most for our country is for the huge, deep wound of division to begin to heal; that our leaders in all branches of government—executive, legislative, and judicial—reach out to us in kindness and concern, regardless of party, and to each other in order to not only heal that wound, but to make any remaining scars fade.

Happy New Year—2021, and God Bless America!

Sweet Lorane Community News, June 14, 2018

I’m writing this column on Thursday afternoon, June 14. My sister, Barbara Isborn (who I’ve always called “B.J.”) and I just returned from an overnight stay in Newport, Oregon to visit with our brother, Jim Burnett, Sr. He was vacationing there with his wife Jonni for three days between chemotherapy treatments. Some of you who were fans of the Groundwaters magazine, might remember him as “Jimminy Cricket.” He wrote the “Philosopher’s Corner” feature.

Jim at NewportIt was a gorgeous day on the Oregon Coast. The sun was out, the wind was light and the temperature was in the low 70s.

When we first arrived, B.J. and I visited with Jim and Jonni for a short while until Jim had to lie down for a nap, so we headed out to take a walk on a beautiful beach within walking distance of our motel where we could see the Yaquina Bay Lighthouse sitting on a distant bluff. The high-tide line on the beach was covered by millions of what we learned were a delicate type of jellyfish called “By-the-Wind Sailors.” They were an electric blue in color with transparent, rounded “sails” sticking up in the air. They live on the surface of the water and are taken wherever the wind blows them. High tide yesterday brought them to Newport.

By-the-Wind Sailor

By-the-Wind Sailor

We walked south to the jetty and then headed back, racking up about 2.5 miles or more (according to B.J.’s Fit-Bit).

The four of us then spent the evening over a 2-hour dinner at the Shilo Inn restaurant which overlooked the beach we had walked on.

It was a special time… one of sharing our memories as children, the good times and the not so good, but mostly the funny, and sometimes awful things we did as kids… like roasting apples over our Halloween jack-o-lanterns, and taste-testing our sweet collie, Ginger’s “Gro-Pup” ribbon-like dog food. We quizzed each other about details of our grandparents’ ranch that was located on Powell Road, between Lorane and Crow, that only Jim was old enough to remember well… and we expressed our sadness that there was no one left who could provide us the answers.

Jimmy & Jonni at Newport

Jim and Jonni Burnett

Jim’s cancer is Stage 4 and he has just finished his first round of chemo and will begin his second on Monday. The outlook for him, at 80 years of age, is not good, but he wore a calm serenity during our whole visit as the sun shone on us through those panoramic windows of the restaurant last night. As expected, he was still sleeping when we left the motel this morning. We had said our good-byes the night before. They planned to spend another night in Newport and then head home to Vancouver the next day and we hope to make another trip to see them soon.

I will long cherish the memories we made yesterday and know that whatever happens with his treatment, those memories will forever bind us together and define our love and respect for each other as siblings. Godspeed, Jimmy!

I’ll update everyone on the upcoming summer events planned for both Lorane and Crow in my next column. I want to dedicate this one to brothers and sisters everywhere, but especially to my own.

In the meantime, I hope that each of you has a wonderful summer planned.