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Sweet Lorane Community News, November 28, 2019

Fern Ridge Review
Creswell Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
November 28, 2019
By Pat Edwards

The holiday season seemed to come swooping in this year. It seems that once I passed 50 or so, the days, weeks, months and years seem to have taken on the speed of an express train. Once the 4th of July is over, summer seems to fly by and before we have time to complete summer projects and take the trips we hope to go on, fall has arrived and right on its heels, winter.

This year was no exception—in fact it seems to have taken on more urgency. But, for some reason—maybe the fact that I am feeling so much better physically since my recent surgery, or maybe because I decided to forego sharing a booth at the Holiday Market this year with Joe Blakely—I have felt more relaxed and less stressed. I signed up for tables at the Creswell and Fern Ridge Holiday Bazaars to sell my books on two different days; I’m still rehearsing with the Fern Ridge Community Choir each Tuesday night; and Jim’s last epidural injection seems to be working (knock-on-wood!) and his back and leg pain has diminished considerably. So, I have much to be thankful for this year.

I was able to prepare for Thanksgiving in small increments this year. Our family is quite large and we usually host a gathering of 20-plus family and friends to feast on turkey, ham and all of the salads, sides and desserts that go with it. I was really looking forward to seeing our two little one-year-old great-grandchildren toddling around the house. Both Sawyer Scott Haxby and Shiloh Kate Furlong, who are only 2 months apart in age, have just learned to walk. Our two older great-granddaughters, Harper Lorane and Hayden Rae Furlong were going to be there, too. Harper and I have a special bond whenever she visits, putting together her jigsaw puzzles which she loves as much as I do. I had new puzzles and activity books ready for both girls and we were able to sneak off and work on them during the day.

Thanksgiving

The most exciting part of our Thanksgiving, however, was the news, at 5:00 a.m. that morning, that our newest little great-granddaughter, Calliope Jean Stevens, was on her way. Our grandson Kevin and his partner Jazmine were at RiverBend, ready to deliver this beautiful new addition to our family. I wasn’t able to greet her in person that day, but my heart was with with her mom, dad, and grandmas, Gloria and Karen, when she arrived that afternoon.

Lil Papoose

Threesome 2Threesome

The next morning, instead of joining the hoards at Black Friday events, Gloria picked up Jim and me and we headed to the hospital to meet our little girl. She’s beautiful and healthy and will be the one toddling around our house next Thanksgiving. There’s so much to look forward to.

Jim Calliopie and meCallie and Me

I am truly thankful!

Sweet Lorane Community News, June 28, 2018

Fern Ridge Review
Creswell Chronicle
Sweet Lorane Community News
June 28, 2018
By Pat Edwards

Where did June go? I’ve always held the theory that once the 4th of July is past, summer will soon be over. It seems to go so fast between July 4 and September 1.

I gave you a whole bunch of information on the closest upcoming events in Lorane in last week’s column, so I’m not going to repeat it in this one except for a couple of last-minute mentions.

There are still raffle tickets and memory bracelets available for the Amber and Michael Matchulat Fundraiser on July 7. Check out the Lorane and Crow Facebook pages for more information about the bracelets. As for the raffle, you don’t need to be present to win.

The beautiful Lorane mural will be ready for its unveiling on August 12. Lorane artists, Karen Pidgeon and Alix Mosieur have been working on it since last fall, and it’s going to be something that the whole community and those who visit can enjoy. They have been working on it inside the old Dew Drop Inn building next to the Lorane Family Store. Our grandsons, Kevin Stevens and Brent Haxby, just poured the foundation forms for the structure from which it will hang in front of the store, bordering Territorial Road. It will have its own support structure and lighting and will be under a wood-shake roof to help protect it from the weather. Karen and Alix are adding a fun “Where’s Waldo” feature to it where you are asked to find certain little animals and other hidden treasures in the painting. The plan is to have a fenced eating area near it, as well, but it will come a bit later when we figure out where it would best be placed. I hope that everyone will plan to stop by and see it “up close and personal” after it is finished.

I have to pass on a hilarious story to prove that “gettin’ old sure ain’t for sissies!”

A few days ago, Jim and I decided to buy a nice lawn swing with reclining seats. They were on sale, and I’ve been needing a place to go outside in the sunshine to kick back and relax with a good book and a cold drink while the weather is nice. We didn’t take into account the fact that once we got it home, we’d have to put it together.

Swing

All done!

Well, that afternoon we got the upright structure done fairly easily, but then came the framework on which the recliners would rest. That had to be done on the ground.

For any of you who have entered your seventh decade, you know that getting down is easy, but getting back up is not only not easy—it can be downright embarrassing if anyone is watching. For Jim it was especially hard since he has had both hips replaced.

Well, we were down on our hands and knees on our blacktop driveway, bolting all the many places that needed it, scooting along on our seats or crawling if we had to move to another portion to find the right-size nut or bolt. Suddenly, our dogs started barking and I looked up to see a car at the end of our rather long driveway with a woman standing at the gate, not wanting to come in because of the dogs.

I struggled to my feet and went to see what she needed. When I got to the gate, she said with a worried look, “Is everything ok? I was driving by and saw you and your husband crawling on the ground and wanted to make sure you were both all right.”

I was mortified, but so grateful to her. I began thanking her profusely for her concern and she seemed quite relieved that we were ok. We must have been a sight. I felt a warm glow to know that our neighbors and even strangers are willing to look out for those of us who may be having difficulty. It’s a story that we will laugh and tell frequently as we picture what we must have looked like.

Thank you, thank you to our guardian angel. Your concern meant so very much to both of us.