Archives for the month of: May, 2018

On our way to find the cemetery on Saturday, we stopped by Grandma and Grandpa’s house on Laurel Street in Forest Grove.  Very little has changed with the house in the 30 years since Grandma lived there. These black and white photos are from the mid-fifties…60 years ago.  They had probably lived there for 10 years before that.

The Oregonian box is gone:

As we were standing at the end of the driveway, a man came up behind us and asked if there was a problem.  We immediately guessed he lived there!  We explained our connection to the house, he thought he knew who had lived there before him, but we agreed that it had been 30 years so we probably didn’t have any way to connect to him.  He did confirm that you can still see all the way to McMenamins Grand Lodge from the back yard.  It used to be the Masonic Home that you could see from the backyard.


On Saturday, Mark and I went in search of Grandma and Grandpa Hilson.  Mark recalls that he was at each of their interments, but I knew I was not.  The internet can turn up all kinds of information, including your current address, dead or alive!  Once we found Forest View Cemetery in Forest Grove, Mark knew which mausoleum they were in.

That’s them in the top row, with the flag.  The view from there is magnificent, from the edge of the urban growth boundary.

It’s beautiful little cemetery.  Graves from the mid 1800s, right up to 2018.

Except for the dates on the stones, these places are pretty timeless.  And the fact that milk cartons full of flowers aren’t necessarily cartons from cow’s milk!

Five years ago we drove by NE Flanders and found the house where the Campbells lived when Bob was born.  Jane and I were in the neighborhood last night for oysters, and afterwards walked around the corner and realized where we were.  Alas, the house is no more!

Incedently, the freshest seafood in town is at Flying Fish, in the Providore Market on NE Sandy at 24th.  Buy fish to take home, or stay for the raw oysters.