talent is a place

26 02 2008

    So, a year ago today (02.26.08) my family and i, after driving through falling snow- for the first time- in the Siskiyou Mountains, seeing our first bear crossing sign and getting lost on the very dark I-5, arrived in Talent, Oregon.  We had just missed a big snowstorm and were awed by the shimmery drifts and snow-covered fields in which a few families were frolicking.  It was a little after midnight when we parked the U-Haul in front of R’s uncle’s home, grouchy and exhausted, excited and sad.

    i didn’t know what to expect from this fresh start.  i had researched the town, had been reading the local papers back when we were just thinking about Oregon.  Though i miss my family, our church, noise and diversity of SoCal, i’m glad to be here.  

    Even with that research, there are things i’ve learned by being here.  Here’s some:

~Southern Oregon and Northern California (i’m talking north, like Redding and Yreka) want to secede from their respective states and become the State of Jefferson.

~There are a lot of people from California in Southern Oregon.  i sometimes wonder where the people born in Oregon went.

~People who’re actually born & raised here hate Californians.  i’m a ‘californicator’.

~i want a t-shirt that says ‘californicator’ on it.

~Oregon is beautiful.

~There are seasons here!  All four of ‘em!

~If you’re not a nature lover, then there won’t be anything to do here.

~The Downtown Café is my favorite place in Talent.

~It takes mail a long time to get here.

~You never truly realize what a 1% Black population is until you start playing the ‘count the black people’ game and the only people you count are you and your husband.

~Even if you love rainy weather, after weeks and weeks of it, you want to cut your hands off.

~Still in the Oregon State Constitution there is a law banning Blacks, Mulattoes and Chinese from the state.  Uh, maybe that should be amended because, um, hello!

~Folks in Talent are very friendly.  i was concerned about cross burnings and being harassed, but not one bad incident in Talent.  Ashland- well that’s another story.

~i finally get to wear sweaters!!!

~Watching deer prance about a pear orchard at sunrise is freakin awesome.

~Crater Lake is the deepest lake in the U.S.

~Falling snow is magic.

~There are no fast food joints in Talent.

~The Oregon Shakespeare Festival is expensive.

~When the grocery store is forty-five minutes away, you can find amazing things to do with ketchup.

~Horse shit, hay and pear blossoms mixed together on a spring breeze smells pretty wonderful.

~Geese look beautiful against a blue sky.  They also make for a wonderful alarm clock.

~My dream now is to own a horse ranch or stables.  i want a horse.  i would name it Roses.

~i like it here.

~i never knew what quiet was until i moved here.  Sometimes it’s too quiet.  It feels lonely.

~i can’t wait to visit my mom and sisters in August.  (Las Banditas por vida!)

    Talent is a place i am learning to love.  Talent is my home.


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27 02 2008
junemoon

Wow C, you give me hope of finding that geographic place that feels like home!

Several of your ‘what you know’s’ made me smile – the one about counting the Black people (I counted the People of Color in Anchorage all of the time) and this one – “Even if you love rainy weather, after weeks and weeks of it, you want to cut your hands off.” junemoon

i took a nice long walk earlier today- for it is a lovely and warm day- and i really felt this place.
It’s small, it’s totally different from what i’m used to and i thought maybe the calm of it, the simplicity of it is so simple i cannot grasp it.

When i first moved here, people would greet me and i’d think what the hell is WITH these people?!
Now i say hello back. Crazy.

But i never want to lose my city wits, my stay-alive skillz.

~christine

28 02 2008
P

I feel you C.
I think I’m the only mexican american here in my town. I have a neighbor, she’s black and one of our state reps here in NH and she’s the only black person I know (or seen) here in town. (Her hubby is white). It feels good to find a place where the color of our skin doesn’t seem to matter yes?

But it puts pressure on me: I feel like I’m reprezantin’…a stand in for all the hispanics…you know what I mean?

I’m sick of the snow out here. It’s getting deep and messy, salty and slushy and it just goes on…and on…and on…

Quiet and lonely do go together, at least that’s been my experience. :)

peace,

i feel the same way.
And i keep waiting for something to happen.
And i feel like all eyes are on me.

It’s a lot to carry.

~c

2 03 2008
writerchick

Hey Christine,
I love that you, the talented writer, live in a place called Talent.

I’ve been to Oregon (Portland) in the past. I went for a weekend and stayed for six weeks. I have no idea why, but I did. Yes, the rain is never ending, even when the day begins with a clear blue sky and sunshine, the rain manages to sneak in later in the day.

When you write about this place – it makes me want to go there or someplace like it. To have the quiet and the peace, the nature, the non-city smells, but then I realize I would go crazy in so much quiet.

Still, I would go there, if only to have coffee and smokes with you.

Annie

We could go to the Downtown Café. They have live jazz on Sundays. :)

We haven’t visited Portland yet, but i’ve read that it’s quite the writer’s mecca.
Pretty artsy-fartsy.

~c

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