Elaine Rohse

"Rohse Colored Glasses:" Reflections on history and home life.

Rohse: Longing to hear childhood sounds

I’m homesick. I’m homesick for sounds. Nostalgic sounds like those heard on the ranch in Eastern Oregon. Sounds such as roosters crowing at dawn, reminding Mother to open the chicken house ...

Rohse: Waging war on a winged army

For centuries, man has been saying, “Shoo, fly.” Those pesky houseflies have been around about as long as have humans. Where goeth humans, there, too, goeth flies. Rohse Colored Glasses McMinnville's ...

Rohse: Ice trade heated up, then melted

Decades ago, at about this time of year, haying was underway in Oregon’s Blue Mountains. The relentless sun had toasted hillsides to a coppery bronze and the hot summer days went on and on. Ranch ...

Rohse: Dayton claims notable names

Dayton, the little city that collects history, gets much of that history from events and happenings. It gets even more from people — people such as Louis LaBonte (ca. 1790-1860). Rohse Colored Glasses McMinnville's ...

Rohse Colored Glasses: Dayton a hub of Oregon history

Back in winter 1848-49, when James K. Polk was president and prospectors soon would be flocking to California gold fields, Andrew Smith and Joel Palmer laid out the town of Dayton, Oregon. Ever since, ...

Rohse: Is it nature's fault or ours?

Our crumbling bridges and deteriorating roadways are becoming major problems. Needs are extensive. Costs are horrendous. In the ever-continuing battle between humans and hard-handed nature, nature is ...

Rohse: The lost art of conversation

I fear that conversations — my favorite pastime — are lapsing into disuse. Conversation is becoming a neglected pleasure. In part, electronics should be blamed for this. Kids bury their heads ...

Rohse: Maybe we're not so smart, after all

We humans are sometimes inclined to think we are much smarter than “dumb animals.” Then, we learn of another capability possessed by animals, and we think that humans perhaps are the numbskulls. That ...

Rohse: Snails’ slow march to garden conquest

In my yard, there is no evidence of a war — no tanks, no bomb craters, no armed militia. Nonetheless, it is a battlefield. The common garden snail and I are at war. I fear I am losing. Every morning, ...

Rohse: Gobble, gobble, gobble

McMinnvillans showed much foresight when they chose the turkey as the symbol for their annual event: Turkey Rama. Rohse Colored Glasses McMinnville's Elaine Rohse is fascinated by words, books ...

Rohse: A Southern belle of a city

At first, I wondered why our trip itinerary to the South included three days in Charleston, S.C. Who wants to go to Charleston? It’s just another city. How wrong I was. Rohse Colored Glasses McMinnville's ...

Rohse: Rubbing elbows with tycoons

A few weeks ago, I hobnobbed with the Rockefellers, Morgans, Pulitzers and Goodyears. It was great fun. Actually, I did not personally hobnob with them — but rather with the “aura” of ...

Rohse: The South's many charms

I never want to live anywhere except McMinnville. But after a recent trip to Georgia and South Carolina, admittedly the South has much to offer. For example, I’m thinking that Southerners are more ...

Marcus Larson/News-Register##The plaque at Malone Cemetery describes its 1850 dedication, and notes that
while the plot is believed to include about 25 graves, only 15 names are known.

Rohse: McMinnville cemetery remembered by few

Malone Cemetery, McMinnville’s historic treasure, is old. Old, even for a cemetery. And it is ailing. This first dedicated cemetery between North and South Yamhill rivers was dedicated as a perpetual ...

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