Tag: Jim and Pat Edwards

Sweet Lorane Community News, March 3, 2022

Fern Ridge-Tribune News
Creswell Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
March 3, 2022
By Pat Edwards

Last Monday, February 28, Jim and I signed the final paperwork on the sale of the Lorane Family Store, ending the long run of almost 45 years since we purchased it from the Mitchell family in December 1977. People are asking me, “How does it feel?” or “What are you going to do now?”

To be honest, my answer to both questions is, “I don’t know.” There are so many memories and emotions swirling around in my head and heart right now. Jim seems happy that it’s finally a “done-deal,” but even after 58 years of marriage, I’m not sure if that’s how he really feels or whether it’s how he thinks he’s supposed to feel. Regardless, we must condition ourselves to look ahead at the possibilities that remain to us instead of looking back at what life used to be—what we had always imagined “retirement” would be—and begin to mine for the nuggets of those “Golden Years” that we have all been promised.

We have so many blessings tied up with family. Among the exciting nuggets we have already found is the fact that some of our great-grandchildren are reaching the age when we’ll be able to attend their soccer and t-ball games; their ballet recitals and school pageants. We’ll get to watch them show their 4-H projects at the fairs and treat them to camel rides at Wildlife Safari… and, there is always one of our favorite family group adventures—the jetboat rides on the Rogue River—to share with them. We may no longer be up for the high-energy, “lots of walking on cobblestone streets” kind of travel destinations we had always dreamed of taking some day, but we still have a lot of options available to us.

So, my answer to those questions is still “I don’t know,” but Jim and I will take the time to let life settle into a sense of “normal” and to let time direct us through the maze of possibilities the future holds for us.

Meva Singh with Jim and Pat Edwards

As for the store… we were finally able to meet and acquaint ourselves with the new owners and we are pleased with their excitement and plans for giving it some much-needed updates. They’ve already shown their desire to connect with the community by announcing that the little community library we’ve had at the store over the years will continue to have a home there. The father and son team have already begun remodeling with the help of our crew that they are retaining. Meva and Balmeet (aka

Balmeet Singh with Jim and Pat

“B”) Singh are good people who, we are confident, will be a great addition to the community and will fit the tradition of the Lorane Family Store, even if they decide to give it another name.

I’ve been thinking of the Mitchell family a lot in these last few weeks, especially Estelle Mitchell Counts, their daughter who chose Jim and I to carry on for her parents, Bill and Hattie Mitchell, at the store. We were especially close to Stell, and we pray that their light shines on the new owners as it did for Jim and me. They taught us so much about what “community” is and I will forever cherish the legacy that they entrusted to us.

Godspeed to each of us on our respective journeys.

The Content of Our Lives

By Pat Edwards

(written in 2014)

How can any of us really evaluate the content of our lives? There are so many facets!
I’ve found that, in the 72 years of my own life, my experiences, mistakes, achievements and each segment of it along the way has contributed to the person I have become – the good and the not-so-good elements.

As a young child, I was quiet and shy, and so very innocent. As a teenager, I still was. I never had the confidence or self-esteem that would allow me to emerge from my comfort zones. Today, I am still shy and even somewhat reclusive, but I’ve come to the realization that I was blessed with the ability to write my thoughts and my feelings in a way that I could never speak, vocally. Working and fighting my way through that shyness and self-doubt was a long, arduous journey that I could not have undertaken without the support of the one person who has been by my side for almost its entirety.

This story stems from recent reflections I have been having as my husband Jim and I celebrate the year of our 50th wedding anniversary. On May 30 of this year (2014), we were aboard a cruise ship heading for Alaska. With my sister, Barbara, and her husband, Dwight, we booked the 7-day cruise and a 3-day excursion by bus into the Denali just for that purpose.

How can 50 years have already gone by since that Memorial Day in 1964 when we said “I do” in the gymnasium of the St. Alice Catholic Church in Springfield? “Why a gymnasium?” you might ask. Because at the time, St. Alice, where Jim’s family were members, had just been torn down to make way for a spectacular new church that was in the process of being built – but, alas! not in time for our wedding. The church services and masses were, at the time, being held in the school’s gymnasium and it was apropos for the two of us to have basketball hoops visible in many of our wedding pictures.

Jim n Me 05-30-1964

We met two years earlier after Jim had returned from a 4-year stint in the U.S. Army in Germany… during the time when the Berlin Wall was being built. He was recruited by my co-worker and his friend, Jerry Cyphert, to play basketball for Jerry’s AAU team. Jim and his friend, Rick Herman, had spent much of their time in Germany playing basketball and football for the U.S. Army against neighboring bases. Part of their duties, too, was to maintain the gyms. At 6′ 4″, Jim had played with Rick on the 1958 Springfield High School championship basketball team as well as its football squad.

So, it now seems providential that Jerry Cyphert talked me into keeping score for his AAU team. Even though I was not an athlete, it seems now that basketball was ordained to be a part of our lives.

The purpose of this story is dedicated to Jim and to our 50 years of marriage. I’ll begin with the letter I wrote to him the day before our anniversary date:

Well… tomorrow, it will be 50 years… a half of a century! Can you believe it?
Throughout those 50 years and even before, you have always been there for me… always. You’ve never waivered in your devotion and dedication to not only me, but to our family, as well.

Together, we have somehow managed to raise the most wonderful children that either of us could have imagined.

We made mistakes… oh yes!… we made plenty! But, despite those mistakes and our ‘trial and error’ methods of parenting, we evidently instilled in them the values that each one of them exhibits today and they, in turn, have instilled those same values into their own children. What a legacy we have built… together!

One of the most tender moments I have of our relationship were those hours in 1983 when you sat next to my hospital bed, quietly holding my hand and placing cool washcloths against my forehead. The doctors were trying to tame the raging fever that had enveloped me so that they could remove what we all believed to be a malignant tumor that had enveloped my kidney. I know that you were frightened… I was frightened… but you never left my side and you willed your strength into me. Fortunately, against 80% odds, the tumor was benign and although my kidney was removed, the other has continued to provide for me well.

Remember? I wrote a story of that experience several years later, in 1987. I submitted it as an entry in a contest called “Always and Forever” (the name of Randy Travis’ new album) sponsored by KUGN-FM radio in Eugene. My letter was chosen as the winner and we were treated to a wonderful evening at the Hult Center, meeting and visiting with Randy Travis in person in his tour bus for about 20 minutes. At the time, he presented me with a beautiful handcrafted gold necklace with an open umbrella as its pendant. A tiny diamond raindrop dangled from one of the spines of the umbrella and I wore that necklace for years afterwards.

You’ve always been my Superman – my hero. There was never anything that you couldn’t do. You had the strength of a bull and a stubborn determination to accomplish whatever needed to be done. And, you always succeeded – not necessarily the way I was hoping it would be done, but if it was for me, I knew that it was done with love.

We’ve had disagreements; the road has been rocky in spots, but neither of us had any desire to take a different route, and that determination has reaped so many rewards.

So, here’s to our journey towards the next 50! I don’t know how far we’ll get down that road, but however far it takes us, we’ll continue to do it together… Always and Forever! Happy 50th Anniversary my Love!!

So, the content of my life has indeed had many facets, but the most important ones in the past 50 years, especially, have been family and home and they will always take precedence over everything else in my life.

Printed in Groundwaters (Volume 10 Issue 4; Summer 2014)

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!