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Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

We loved on first sight

by Judy Newman
Portland, OR
In October of 1965 my sister, who lived in Oregon, had a baby. My parents, my two year old, my ten month old, and myself made a trip out to see the baby. We all loved Oregon so much that in January of 1966 my family moved out, and in June of [...]



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Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

Destination: Home

by Heather Wales
Portland, OR
I moved to Oregon when I was 16 to live with my older sister. I had come from the hot, pitiless streets of L.A. County, a place of flat, concrete buildings and endless roads where nature had been beaten back mercilessly. In Hillsboro, I [...]



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Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

My Oregon

by Alice “Granny” Krausert, 90
as told to Lynne Palombo
The “Oral History at ElderPlace” project
Portland, OR
Alice grew up in St. Cloud Minnesota. Her family (husband, Paul and 3 children) followed her parents and siblings to Oregon to work in ship building. The family made the trip from Minnesota about 3 times before staying permanently. Alice did [...]



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Thursday, June 11th, 2009

“Born in Oregon…Covered Wagon to Michigan”

by Kyle Haswell
Rochester Hills, MI
This poem was written in 1960 by my father’s only sister who helped as midwife when he was born in Oregon. He lived there only until he was 5 yrs old and then the family came to Michigan on a covered wagon in 1910 or so. He never made it back [...]



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Wednesday, June 10th, 2009

Natives

by M.J.  Damewood
Portland, OR
We call ourselves Natives. With no clear definition of what makes us so. We’ve been here longer than you. Can remember when that corner used to be this and when that strip mall used to be a meadow. There is a compulsion that motivates our fervent pride. We are the keepers of [...]



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Thursday, May 14th, 2009

My Worst Camping Trip

by Rosanna
Roseburg, OR
With summer fast approaching, my longtime friend Debbie and I begin to think about planning summer camping trips. Debbie and her family have recently moved back to Douglas County after living in Alaska, Washington, and Portland, so we are looking forward to some local camping trips. We were both born and raised in [...]



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Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

Off To Oregon

Elizabeth C. Rust
Roseburg, OR
Thursday August 30, 1996- the beginning of Labor Day weekend. My son and I are preparing for our journey. We are moving to Oregon.
My Aunt Emma, cousin Diane, her husband Bill and their daughter Destini came down from Roseburg, Oregon, with their [...]



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Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

pioneer from Sweden

by Len Edholm
West Linn, OR
My great-grandparents arrived from Goteborg, Sweden in the early 1880’s and settled in Illinois. They heard about free land in Oregon, and moved with 3 little babies (my grandpa was one of them) by wagon train to Albany, and homesteaded on 640 acres…3 more kids were born. My grandpa [...]



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Tuesday, May 12th, 2009

If you can’t speak English, It is the 1st Grade for you

by Thurston Ohman
Gresham, OR
My Grandfather (morfar), had made his way to the USA and found a place in Duluth, MN. He had graduated from the U. of Stockholm in Horticulture. My Grandmother (mormor), then caught a ship with the four children and headed for the USA. The year was 1918 and WWI [...]



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Monday, May 11th, 2009

Roundabout to Oregon

by Jacqueline Francesca Lenea
Portland, OR
Rural route mailboxes lined the shed outside my kitchen window. Route 1 Box 844 Moxee Washington, a suggestion of a town 4 miles east of the apple capital, Yakima. Too close to home and miles from anywhere.
I was 19, married and [...]



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Friday, May 8th, 2009

Sweet memories growing up on the Oregon Slope

by Kevin Trees
Payette, OR
As I lay in bed looking out the window listening to the meadowlark singing in the cool crisp clean air, not too far from my open bedroom window, and the sound of the Double Decker Crop Dusters spraying the onion and potato fields around the house. And listening to all the other [...]