Husky Man, sorry to hear about the loses in your family.
You and Baconaman hail from the area I grew up. My first job in the forest was for a land owner who lived up Levi White Rd, turned off 26 just before the Dairy Queen at Manning. Caught my first fish in Dorman Pond, but I much preferred to fish the Wilson River.
Love the area, lived in Forest Grove most of that time. Yes, the soil there was awful in some places, much like the Salem W. hills and the hills around Springfield, OR.
My family went to church in Dilly until some nutjobs decided to ruin a good little country church. Thinking of the churches reminds me of all the funerals I've been to in that area over the years, dozens, maybe more. Lots of weddings too, and a few 70th anniversary celebrations.
Forest Grove has become a giant bedroom for Portland. I grew up going to the Gay Ninties parades, now called Ballad Town Days. Everyone knew everyone else and crime was low back then. Before I moved away in the late 90's the meth epidemic was starting to take a toll on the area. Pot farms were popping up and whole areas of town were looking more like a ghetto. Used to go to the corn feed at the dairy farm below Forest Gale Hts, ride the hay wagons and eat BBQ and corn till you were stuffed. All that is row upon row of houses now.
You and Baconaman hail from the area I grew up. My first job in the forest was for a land owner who lived up Levi White Rd, turned off 26 just before the Dairy Queen at Manning. Caught my first fish in Dorman Pond, but I much preferred to fish the Wilson River.
Love the area, lived in Forest Grove most of that time. Yes, the soil there was awful in some places, much like the Salem W. hills and the hills around Springfield, OR.
My family went to church in Dilly until some nutjobs decided to ruin a good little country church. Thinking of the churches reminds me of all the funerals I've been to in that area over the years, dozens, maybe more. Lots of weddings too, and a few 70th anniversary celebrations.
Forest Grove has become a giant bedroom for Portland. I grew up going to the Gay Ninties parades, now called Ballad Town Days. Everyone knew everyone else and crime was low back then. Before I moved away in the late 90's the meth epidemic was starting to take a toll on the area. Pot farms were popping up and whole areas of town were looking more like a ghetto. Used to go to the corn feed at the dairy farm below Forest Gale Hts, ride the hay wagons and eat BBQ and corn till you were stuffed. All that is row upon row of houses now.