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4/12/17 Chatterbox
Betty Kaiser
My husband and I moved from Southern California (the land of
eternal summer) to soggy Cottage Grove Lake 28 years ago. March 1989 was our
introduction to a textbook Oregon springtime. One minute the sun was shining
and the next it was raining cats and dogs. In fact, it rained 11 inches that
month breaking all previous records.
On move-in day, we discovered that those rains had saturated
the ground so much that our humongous moving van got stuck in the mud and had
to be pulled out by Taylor Towing. You can only imagine how embarrassed our
driver was when a woman (!) tow truck driver arrived to pull him out of the
muck.
In California, our neighbors and friends all asked the same
question “Why Oregon? It rains there. And why Cottage Grove?” Why indeed? Moving to Oregon was not on our bucket
list. We weren’t retired and no jobs awaited us. We were, however ready for a
little adventure and living by a lake was our lifelong dream. My husband’s
mantra is “let’s go” and my motto is “When in doubt follow your heart.” So we
did.
At the time I remember describing the town of Cottage Grove
with words like small, quaint, or charming. The population hovered around 8,000
people but it had all the basic facilities one needed: banks, grocery stores,
doctors, a hospital, veterinarians, a newspaper, restaurants, gas stations,
schools, churches and a donut shop! You know, a regular town.
Our C.G. adventure began in 1987 when we were vacationing in
Oregon in our little Tioga RV. I thought of it as a temporary stopover on the
road of life. What I did not know was that this place would capture our hearts.
We found Cottage Grove by pure happenstance. We had left
Crater Lake in the Tioga with our Honda motorcycle perched on the back. After
several weeks on the road we needed a place to eat lunch, a shoe store for new
motorcycle boots and a place to spend the night. Our AAA map said C.G. had it
all!
On that first visit, we discovered there was no fast food
row of McDonald’s, Taco Bell, etc. But around town there were many places to
eat including the wonderful but gone-too-soon Copper Rooster. We followed the
bridge into town where we passed the historic Dr. Pierce Barn, and the Village
Shopping Center that housed a Hub clothing store, Tiffany’s Pharmacy and a
grocery store. All of those are now history.
Driving on into town we discovered that Main St. was the
shopping hub. Downtown was bustling with business. There were antique stores,
hardware stores, banks, pharmacies, gift shops, Ruth and Elsie’s Dress Shop, a
jewelry store, The Bookmine, Schweitzer’s Men’s Wear, Homestead Furniture, two
shoe stores owned by the Hoover family and more! At that time Safeway was
located where the Community Center is now and across the street was a Cornet
store (the local five & dime).
That day we got some good advice and made two memorable
purchases. First, we had lunch at Tilly’s Top Hat Pies. Oh, my! My husband said
that tears ran down my face after just one bite of Margaret Tilly’s apple pie a
la mode. It was that good.
At Self-Selecto-Shoes, manager Mike Thiess found us just the
boots that we needed and then asked where we were spending the night. He
suggested that we head out to C.G. Lake and Pine Meadows Campground. We did and
that is where we fell in love with the place that we now call home.
It was only later that we would discover the Gateway
Shopping Center where we purchased Merchant’s Donuts. Thanks to the morning
coffee guys we got to know born and bred Grovers, appreciate the stuff that early settlers were made of and the area’s historic lumber and
mining history.
So much has changed in nearly three decades. The town has
grown. Businesses have come and gone. A landmark has been destroyed (Dr. Pierce's Barn) and others
have been built (Opal Whiteley and Bohemia Parks). We even have traffic jams!
Still, every spring as the rain comes down, the flowers bloom and the grass
turns green, we feel blessed that we heeded the call to a new lifestyle and
moved to The Grove.
Betty Kaiser’s
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