Have you ever wondered what your police officers and county deputies do throughout the day and evening to protect you while you are at work or sleeping? Multnomah County Sheriff’s Office is presenting their 12th annual Citizens’ Police Academy in Wood Village City Hall so you can find out first-hand.
The program is open to adults over the age of 18 and, in the past, attendees over the age of 70 have attended. The students are a cross section of our community with several married couples attending. Continue reading
“Wisdom is the power to see behind a tree.” – old Indian chief
“Common sense is the widest understanding possible of the relationship of common things and our relationship to them.” – William Dempster Hoard (1836-1918)
A FARMER’S PHILOSOPHY. For the benefit of anyone who has never heard of this great man, I think this is a good time for a book review. “W.D.” – as he’s usually known around these parts – headquarters of his still-existing publishing enterprise, had no formal education beyond the age of fourteen, and graduated from farm hand door-to-door salesman. He was an unapologetic farmer by trade (as were several of our Presidents). “The Life of William Dempster Hoard” is the book, and what a life it was! Continue reading
Control is a wonderful thing – and for most of us, it is completely elusive. As someone with ongoing heart issues, and a much loved little dog with a severe health condition – I feel well qualified to speak on this subject. Having raised and adored small dogs for years, I have been lucky. Now, not so much. Continue reading
My father does not come from wealthy people. There was always a roof over his head, and he didn’t miss any meals, but it was hardscrabble at times, first as a toddler in Nebraska, then a young boy growing up in Casper, Wyoming. When my father’s father, Grandpa Fred, up and left for California, Dad came too, and there would seek his fortunes as an adult. Continue reading
Mark and Heather are fed up with their financial troubles–and with each other. Mark is an unemployed marketing agent who copes with his failures by bullying and ignoring his family. His insecurities are compounded by a fear that his wife has been unfaithful. Heather is a burned out loan officer who survives her tumultuous marriage by drinking too much. When Kitty, their quirky teenage daughter, convinces them that a reality TV show is their ticket out of hardship, the parents jump at it only to find later that having a camera in their faces 24-7 is no picnic. In fact, things go from bad to worse. Continue reading
O Bottle, I’m so glad to be rid of you.
When I first met you in my senior year of high school…I thought you were my friend
That first screwdriver Steve fixed at his dad’s bar was GREAT!
I had the BEST time at the dance.
Sober by the end. Perfect…NO IDEA WHAT I HAD BEEN MISSING. Continue reading
Lipizzaners Operation Cowboy: Part Two
In last month’s NWC, I wrote about how the Lipizzan horses of the Spanish Riding School were rescued from the Nazi captors by U.S. General George Patton’s Third Army’s 2nd Cavalry unit. This month’s article will cover a broader aspect of the history of the Lipizzan horses, particularly with regard to how they were impacted by the various wars in Europe during the past 500 years.
In 1572 the first Spanish Riding Hall was built, during the Austrian Empire, and is the oldest of its kind in the world. The Spanish Riding School, though located in Vienna, Austria, takes its name from the original Spanish heritage of its horses. Continue reading
May 7, 1945, was an important day by any measure.
For Gen. George S. Patton, it started early, with a call just after 4 a.m. from Gen. Omar Bradley, who said, “Ike just called me, George. The Germans have surrendered.” This was mixed news to Patton, who was convinced the war was ending too soon, leaving the Russians as a future threat and, in any case, leaving Patton, a man who lived to fight, without a war. “Peace is going to be hell on me,” he had complained to his wife, Beatrice, four days earlier.
The commander of Patton’s 2nd Cavalry Group, Col. Charles Hancock Reed, was with his unit in western Czechoslovakia, where they were forming a defensive line southwest of the large city of Pilsen. The 2nd Cavalry had been spearheading the Third Army’s advance, the deepest American penetration of the war. But as of 8 that morning, they and the rest of Patton’s Third Army had been ordered to “cease fire and stand fast.”
Peace was not on the mind of Col. Alois Podhajsky as he prepared for the most important day of his life. Podhajsky, a tall, aristocratic Austrian of extraordinary single-mindedness, was looking for a way to guarantee the safety of the riding school and horses he supervised as the Third Reich collapsed around him. Continue reading
This Could Be Just What Your Teenager Needs – By Jim Kight
Do you have a young person in your family between the ages of 12-20 years old? This article could be important for you to read for their future success. If they need to broaden their skills this might be just the ticket. It doesn’t make any difference if they are a boy or girl or if they are handicapped. They will learn skill sets they wouldn’t learn, otherwise, in school and have fun doing it at the same time.
The Civil Air Patrol cadet organization is nationwide and has more than 25,000 young people from ages 12 to 20. They are responsible for training in leadership, aerospace, fitness, and character development—just what our next generation needs. The benefits go on from there to orientation flights in powered and glider aircraft as well as flight training scholarships. They provide activities and competitions for cadets at the local, state, regional and national levels. It gets even better because they award college scholarships in a variety of disciplines. Cadets can explore careers in aviation, space, and technology through dozens of summer activities. Continue reading
Venturing Out to Discover the Great Northwest – By Paula Olson
East County is full of treasure undiscovered by many. Natural beauty and recreational activities abound, just east of Portland, but with a lot more elbow room.
Apartment buildings have long-since filled in the fields where berry bushes thrived when I was a youngster. And thirty years ago, I could spot bald eagles and hawks en route to PDX before Airport Way became Warehouse-Parking-Lot Central. With growth and development such prices are paid, but heading east on I-84, I can shut off the Joni Mitchell (and now Counting Crows) hit playing in my smoggy head. I inhale freely.
If there is one thing that the Pacific Northwest can boast, it is the Cascade Range. Upon seeing Mt. Hood for the first time, a friend from New England exclaimed, “Wow—that’s a mountain. And it’s right here!” Along with the relatively nearby Mt. Adams, Mt. Jefferson, and Mt. Bachelor, the slopes of Mt. Hood offer recreational opportunities for adrenalin junkies, crunchy earth-lovers, and average Joe naturalists alike. Think snowboarding, downhill and cross-country skiing, Pacific Crest Trail hiking, flora and fauna unique to certain elevations and terrain. Let’s not forget historic Timberline Lodge. Continue reading