This was one of my first posts about growing up in my parents Victorian Era House and their efforts to preserve it. It’s still standing on the corner of Ash and Grove, and the very fact that it’s still there is a monument to their efforts.
This is the story about how I came to work behind a bar that my father stood behind 50 years prior and proof that you can go home again.
My father passed away in 1960 and my mom remarried. I learned a lot from my stepdad, more by example than anything else.
This is one of the more popular posts on my blog site. She lived a “long and interesting life” by her own description, and was beloved and remembered fondly by many. She was not a native Oregonian, but she came to love Lebanon and it became part of who she was.
My father came to Lebanon in the late 1930’s to work in the world’s largest plywood plant and escape the Depression. It was always hard for me to understand what that must have been like, but he was typical of his generation: WWII was the defining event in his life. He didn’t talk about it much, but after studying what he went through I’ve come to appreciate how the “Greatest Generation” acquired it’s name.
A little study on how one’s childhood perceptions shape your life: I take a little bit of Lebanon wherever I go.
A little story about being a “child explorer” on the slopes of Horse Butte. A little meditation on the advantage of growing up in a small town and typical childhood adventures. It ends up being a tribute, of sorts to Mr. Harold Grove, a person who was a big influence on my life, (and I’m certain on many others).
This one isn’t strictly about Lebanon, but a few “Lebanon Icons” have left messages in the comments section so I think it must resonate with the “Lebanon Experience”