Monday, August 11th, 2008
My Oregon Story- Gene Schlabach
My Oregon Story- Gene Schlabach
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Thursday, August 7th, 2008
Yulitza-Anai and her Grandmother Molly
Molly and Yulitzia-Anai Hernandez 08_06_08.MP3 (625 KB)
Thursday, August 7th, 2008
Window View
by Kim Hall
Salem, Oregon
I boarded the 8:30 morning train leaving Klamath Falls headed to Salem. Stepping onto the train with my black bag containing a few personal items, I looked for a seat next to a window. Several passengers had boarded the train with me and seats were running out, so I quickly took a [...]
Monday, August 4th, 2008
My Oregon, 1998
by Elizabeth Danek
Portland, Oregon
The decision was made. After an eleven-year absence, we would move back to the states—to Oregon. I found the beauty of the region and the pace of life a sanctuary. Within weeks, I secured a teaching position in Portland.
“Take only what’s necessary,” I told them upon my return to [...]
Thursday, July 31st, 2008
Oregon by Choice
Darla Neiman
Coos Bay, Oregon
I didn’t want to come to Oregon but I had no choice. It was 1952 and I was sixteen and you went with your parents.
We came to the Coos Bay Area from Washington state-having been born in Texas and raised there until I was fourteen. As we drove across the [...]
Thursday, July 31st, 2008
Strangers on Unfamiliar Ground
by Nancy Murphy
We had little in common. I was 18 and new to Oregon, having taken the phrase “Go west young man” to heart. Never mind I was a girl. I’d looked forward to 1971 and coming of age for a long time. Sam was over 80, a native Oregonian living in a nursing home [...]
Monday, July 21st, 2008
A History Lesson
Helen Caster
The year was 1937, and I was a teacher in the tiny, rural town of Colton. I was an inexperienced, new teacher, trying to make Oregon history come “alive” to my students. I dramatically described my own recent visit to one of Portland’s large parks where I had seen the statue of Sacajawea. I [...]
