He knew us and had a plan from the foundation of the world

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Romans 8: 27 And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God. 28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. 29 For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters. 30 And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified. 31 What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?

I’ve been struggling with a feeling that there has to be more. Since I was a child, people have said that I was going to do great things. At 50 it feels like I don’t have anything to really hang my hat upon. I just heard a sermon that changes all of that.

God knew us before our parents created the body that our spirits would fill. Our spirit is always trying to conform to what it knows it the possibility and potential. I just have to live with the faith that everything comes together. My greatest work is to show faith and illustrate to others that God had a plan for all of us. He loves us so much, He gave us free will. If we are truly in line with our spirit’s knowledge of what is possible and expected, we live larger and bolder.

Yes, and amen. Jesus paid the price, so I could live the life. It all comes together. Praise God.

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Let’s play to our strengths, someone will want to invest

And the LORD answered me: “Write the vision; make it plain on tablets, so he may run who reads it. Habakkuk 2:2

As I write this, part of the old Kittredge Ranch outside of Chiloquin is available for $4.2 million. It has Williamson River frontage on part of the 2,200 acres.

This community is ripe for some agri-tourism. Show people how food is grown and develop some other amenities on the property. At the end of the 1980s, Oregon Institute of Technology’s sister institutions in Japan would send students here for two weeks of English immersion practice and to see the United States. Trips to local dairies and Crater Lake, punctuated with sailing experiences on Upper Klamath Lake, made the experience memorable.

Ours is a community given to loving sports. Danny Miles is being inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame this weekend for his coaching success. Imagine having numerous gymnasiums on this ranch property to have rotating basketball, volleyball and other camps each summer.

A secluded getaway for corporate retreats and conferences, it could be a Running Y experience taken to a new level. Klamath should be a destination location for education, coaching and life skills. All we need is an angel investor. We have the knowledge base, just lack capital.

Produce possibilities for the Klamath Basin

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And the LORD answered me: “Write the vision; make it plain on tablets, so he may run who reads it. Habakkuk 2:2

The Klamath Basin enjoys geothermal resources and a rural agricultural lifestyle. In recent years, water concerns have reduced the agricultural bounty. However, there are a couple of ways the community could capitalize on modern technology.

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What if the former Haggen’s location in Jefferson Square were fitted out for hydroponics? Produce could be grown year-round and people could be employed to make it available to the community. There is nothing particularly special about that location. Any location would do. Between the availability of geothermal heat and the technology involved in hydroponics, Klamath should be able to provide for its produce needs and also grow enough to sell elsewhere.

A crop of high-value product, such as tomatoes, could be more affordable to for local residents and bring decent revenue to the seller.

If the Board of County Commissioners was able to purchase the former downtown Haggen’s location and resell it to a new market chain, why can’t an investor be found to revolutionize the approach to fresh produce in the community, beyond the Klamath Lake Counties Food Bank half-year Produce Connection?

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The community is a high-desert location. One of the most successful desert farming experiences is in the nation of Israel. Drip irrigation finds Israel providing international produce throughout the year. I’ve heard a member of the Klamath Tribes talk about the possibility of the Tribes, as a sovereign nation, reaching out to Israel to learn more about this and share it with the community. If Tribal government and the community came together in this enterprise, it would be beneficial to all. Also, Oregon Institute of Technology had a sister institution relationship with an Israeli university about a decade ago. This is not a new exchange. Partnerships and relationships worldwide will improve the prospects for all residents.

Conclusion
There are opportunities available to the community. We are capable of big-picture thinking and hard work. There must be investors out there looking to help a community help its residents.

Helen Lillian Siewert Hogan Lane

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Aunt Kathy, Grandma and Michelle.

I’d like to begin the way my colleagues of the Klamath Tribes do when they speak before a group. My name is not as important as my people, and my people are:

My parents Douglas Lane and Valeree Brown.

My grandparents Charles Lane, Edna Henderson, Helen Siewert, Lucille Griffin and Eddie Brown.

My great-grandparents Fred Sawyer Lane, Bertha McArthur, Clyde Henderson, Edith Wheeler, Gustav Siewert, Augustina Betker, William Griffin, Annie Jane Fuller, Jesse Brown and Tempie Collier.

Even if you’ve never met me before, there is someone in that list that connects us. At the very center of our connection today is my grandmother Helen Siewert Hogan Lane. I like to think that Grandma could be one of David Muir’s Made in America stories on ABC’s Nightly News.

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As with any project, I began this eulogy with a bit of research. In looking at the 1930 Census, I found the Siewerts living in Portland, where 32-year-old Gustav was a riveter. His bride, Augustina, was 29 and at home with three children under the age of nine.

Gustav arrived in the United States in 1919, and the 1920 Census found him in Portland with his parents and siblings. Augustina immigrated in 1910, and the 1930 Census listed them as both being from Russia.

By the 1940 Census, the family was living in Clark County Washington, and Gustav was now a tinsmith. His roots were still in Russia, but Augustina’s were corrected to be in Poland.

By the time Grandma married the handsome sailor Harold Hogan on February 24, 1945, both Gustav and Augustina were listed as hailing from Canada. Augustina was the couple’s witness.

In a period of 15 years we learn that Grandma was the daughter of immigrants, and by 1945 the Cold War was already influencing how personal history was told. As with all documents, there is a possibility of human error, but these pieces make me appreciate Grandma more.

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Her service to the VFW in Packwood, and in the World War II shipyards of Vancouver was not rote patriotism. She was promoting the values that so many take for granted, living the American dream.

I’ve been thinking a lot about Grandma and the news reel in my mind shows her walking into Blanton’s and being greeted as Lois Lane. She walks along the Cowlitz and has easy rapport with everyone she meets. She’s a dutiful daughter, a proud sister, aunt, mother and grandmother. People loved her and she loved people.

When she went to Florida to spend some time with Aunt Kathy and Grandpa stayed with us, I saw their love in a different light. On days that Grandma was going to call, Grandpa would get up, shower and shave. This was before Facetime, but she deserved the effort of him cleaning up and being presentable to talk to her.

In my research, I found that they married in Twin Falls, Idaho, in 1961, and again in Coeur d’Alene in 1964. I’m not sure what that was about, but I feel confident that Grandpa felt blessed to be able to take her as his wedded wife not once but twice.

They stand proudly together in our California living room in a photo from my baby book. Whenever there was a milestone, they were there. Grandma was disappointed on my behalf, when I graduated high school without a scholarship. In hindsight it was probably best, as paying for my education made me appreciate it more, and at that point in time I wanted to be a soap opera head writer. They were making $100,000 a month for what didn’t seem to be hard work.

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When Doug and Cheri got married, I called before going to work one morning. I got Grandma out of bed to let them know the particulars. It never occurred to me that retired people wouldn’t be up early in the morning. She wasn’t mad, and I’ll always remember their combined laughter when I called to wish them a Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day on its first national celebration.

Aunt Kathy shared that some of her favorite memories are of huckleberry picking at the base of Mt. Rainier, laughing and talking, keeping an eye out for bears. Grandma knew the names and songs of all the birds in the forest and could identify larger animals from their tracks and scat. She had a red squirrel named Rudy that gave her birdfeeders more than one stress test. Grandpa hated the Stellar Jays with a passion, and they came to fear his pellet gun.

I distinctly remember a time they came for a visit in Klamath. We were driving through the small town of Dairy and Grandpa saw two Chevys parked along a driveway that reminded him of a car he once owned. He asked Dad to turn around and go back, but Grandma had the final word: “Charles.”

Another memory I treasure is a visit she made after she moved to Florida. I was working for the statewide literacy program then, and she went to work with me because I had some documents to sign. One of my school coordinators had seen us in the car and she commented on the good time we were having. As I signed payroll, Grandma played a handheld game of poker.

She hesitated when I said we should leave for lunch. She wanted to know where we were going, and I told her that I thought we’d go up to Campus Drive to Applebee’s. She was visibly relieved as she explained that Dad had taken her to his favorite taqueria the previous day. “I don’t think I could eat that food a second day.”

My favorite photo of Grandma is one of her in the swing next to toddler Zach. She loved each of us so much, and relished updates on Zach and Amanda throughout the years.
Earth has lost a beautiful person who saw the best in everyone, but I know she’s rejoicing in the presence of Jesus and the paradise of Heaven. When Barbara Bush passed this year, her granddaughters each recited a portion of Proverbs 31, and the media said we had lost our national grandmother.

Frankly, I appreciated Barbara Bush, but I have an amazing Grandmother of my own. It is written: Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

Cancer, you evil concept, someone is going to end you

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The forever lovable Martin Forbes.

I’ve got three families on my heart right now: my own, the Forbeses, and the Richters. Cancer has touched several of my people, and I wish I were a scientist who could end this horrible scourge.

My buddy, Martin Forbes, is battling esophageal cancer, just like Ken Richter did. Every day Martin’s youngest daughter posts a family photo and an anecdote on Instagram. They bruise the muscle of my heart. Martin has the most delightful sense of humor and a laugh that warms a room. He reminds me of Ken in those ways.

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Ken Richter

Ken’s boys are four years older than when they lost their dad, but their every day pain is as real as that of the Forbes family. My own family currently has the support of hospice for my Uncle Paul.

This period of time reminds me of 2007, when my beloved president Martha Anne Dow was struggling with cancer, as was my Aunt Betty. None of us get out of this life experience without having cancer touch us somewhere in the circle of connections. Then, as with now, it was the revival of connections that help make the watching and waiting bearable.

Never too far from my mind, Ken’s boys will always have a piece of my heart. I feel blessed to have had a cousin reach out to me recently, across the distance of geography. While he’s a grown man, in some ways he is still a boy to me. A blue-eyed gift from God, whose smile could change the Earth’s orbit. He was younger than Ken’s sons when he lost his mother to cancer. Now, he’s miles away and Uncle Paul is slipping from us.

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Uncle Paul and his dog June.

The point of this post is to remind us to cherish those in our lives and to remember that most people are dealing with more on their minds than we will ever know.

Rejoice in today. We are one day closer to the end of cancer.

Bulldog & Brooklyn take DC: Day 3

bbdcNote: Jessica Dale (Bulldog) and Valeree Lane (Brooklyn) are in Alexandria, Virginia, to learn more about public health accreditation. Specifically, they are learning how to use the online system to upload Klamath County Public Health’s documentation for the Public Health Accreditation Board.

What a day we had. I learned that people here are not used to plainspoken directness. Some of our fellow trainees were getting anxious, and vocal, during today’s exercise. I, of course, jumped in to nutshell the fact that the Public Health Accreditation Board wants us to succeed, as much as we do. There will be enough stress later; training isn’t worth getting overly excited. The woman in question asked if she was that annoying. Nope. It just seemed like she was too stressed for the environs.

I also learned that the Secret Service will not pose with your toy unicorn, and the assistant director will become uncomfortable when it is obvious we crossed into a do not enter area because a length of fencing was down. What? My tax dollars pay for protection.

The National Christmas Tree is festooned in a light-covered netting, not unlike Cinderella’s Castle at Disneyland. You cannot get anywhere very close to the White House, and Ford’s Theater’s museum is probably interesting, but we missed its hours of operation.

Do not pool your ride for Uber, as the next passenger will be unprepared to get into the car the first time and leave the diaper bag behind the second time. Some people should not drink alcohol in public, especially when it brings out boisterous and rude behavior. Our hibachi chef was amazing, but the other individuals at our table were not. The chef was Vietnamese and he was obviously uncomfortable with questions being asked of him. Telling him once you want teriyaki is really enough.

The White House was tiny compared to the monuments from last night. At the end of the day, it’s just a house. I didn’t regale Jessica with Truman’s entire renovation of the interior, and his addition of the exterior balcony.

We leave the hotel, which declares it’s daily rate as $799 on a closet door placard, tomorrow at 1:45 a.m. Pacific Standard Time. I haven’t acclimated to the time zone, and we will both be exhausted by the time we get home.

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Bulldog & Brooklyn take DC: Day 2

bbdcNote: Jessica Dale (Bulldog) and Valeree Lane (Brooklyn) are in Alexandria, Virginia, to learn more about public health accreditation. Specifically, they are learning how to use the online system to upload Klamath County Public Health’s documentation for the Public Health Accreditation Board.

It was not lost on us that we are three hours ahead of our friends on the West Coast. We did tough it out and feel prepared to meet the case studies tomorrow with renewed vigor. Today’s highlight, however, was the National Mall. Anyone, who can stand at those monuments and not feel patriotism and pride in our democratic republic, should be set out in the middle of the Potomac with a dingy and an oar to reach other shores.

All I can say is God bless the United States of America. It was my first time seeing these pieces of history up close. I hope it is not my last, but I could die tonight content in having seen these inspirations of the national character.

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