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I thought maybe I should dispense some free advice to those of you who are new (or some of you who are not so new) to our community. For those of you who might question my qualifications, here’s my resume: I grew up on a farm outside a town much smaller than Odessa, spending my first 18 years in Bickleton (population about 100). I was at Washington State University for four years, then lived in Yakima for four years. In 1981 I moved to Portland, where I worked and lived for o...
My cousin has been writing a column for The Northern Star, a weekly newspaper in Clinton, Minnesota (my mother’s home town) for years. He’s also published a couple of books and is generally considered to be one of the major successes in our family. At least, that’s what my mother said. Mom was a fan of the comparative style of parenting, using such tools as “Why can’t you be more like your sister?” and “Did you read Brent’s column this week - it’s really good.” Mind you,...
It’s my opinion (you’ll find I have a lot of them) that emotional health is at least as important as physical health. In fact, I believe that you cannot have one without the other. One of the activities that sustains my emotional health is connection with a community. This community could be a small town, such as Odessa, or a church, civic group, 12-step program or any other group of people you have something in common with. Long ago, in some self-help session I attended, we...
When I was a little girl, I loved the first of May. Each year I would make a basket of construction paper and lots and lots of staples and tape. I would quietly go outside and raid the flower beds, choosing the flowers I thought were the prettiest. When I was satisfied with my basket, I would hang it from the handle of the red back door of our farmhouse (the front door was only for visitors and holidays) and then ring the doorbell. Then I’d run as fast as I could, hiding b...
The future of Odessa’s Old Town Hall has been a point of concern for citizens for several years. The most recent individual to attempt action was former mayor Carl Ryan, who spent much of 2001 to 2005 working on a renovation plan for the building. Ryan says that he became interested in the building when he was a town councilman, but that he actually began working on the project when he was Odessa’s mayor and continued after his retirement from that post, working closely wit...
I give up. It has become abundantly apparent to me that this whole “health quest” is going to require a serious commitment, and I don’t mean to the nearest psych ward. No, I mean a serious commitment to a structured food intake program, commonly known as a (no, don’t say it!!!!) DIET. Of course, now the question is, which one? It amazes me just how many people claim to have the answer to my weight problem, from common-sense approaches such as TOPS (Take Off Pounds Sensibl...
What I need is a personality transplant. In the two weeks since I saw the doctor about my knee, I have reverted to what I consider to be my true personality - that of a banana slug. I haven’t been writing down what I eat. I haven’t really even been thinking about what I eat, but I’m pretty sure that whatever it was, it wasn’t good. But every day is a new day, right? And every new day presents us with the opportunity to be a new person, if only in small ways. I have a picture...
This is a continuation of The Record's series on the past, present and future of historic buildings in Odessa. Readers' comments, information and letters are always welcome. The June 10, 1976 issue of The Odessa Record reported that the town council agreed to have a resolution drawn up authorizing remodeling of the mail floor of the old city hall: “Al Scheibner, Henry Hopp, Ron Stehr and Jarry Schafer, representatives of various groups using the old city hall, met with the c...
I’ve been totally bummed out this week. Even before last week’s paper was printed with my ode to spring, I knew I was having a setback. I don’t deal well with setbacks. I want life to proceed smoothly, without interruptions and without failures. Oh, well. About three weeks ago, my right knee started feeling a little funny. It wasn’t bending very well, and if I set it down wrong while I was walking, there would be a twinge. A week later there was more than a twinge, so I took...
I love spring. If pressed, I would tell you my favorite season is fall, but I love spring. When I was a little girl, I could be found wandering the creek just behind our farmhouse, or the swales up the driveway, looking for wildflowers, polliwogs, birds’ nests. I can’t begin to describe how wonderful it was to find a clutch of killdeer eggs disguised as gravel, lying at my feet. Of course, it was better to find them at my feet rather than under them. I haven’t changed much.... Full story
