Sweet Home one of a kind


I like Sweet Home. I like it the way it was, I like it the way it is, I will like it the way it will become.

It is to be regretted that the two individuals who came to town to evaluate its future growth came on a day where the town was trying to shovel itself out of an unexpected and rare snowstorm.

They should see it at Christmas time when the town is sparkling with lights. They should see it on Flag Day when flags are bravely waving in front of each business establishment.

In the fall I have been entranced by the coloring of the leaves on the trees along Long Street.

Best of all, they should see it in the spring and summer when the center dividers are awash with blooms and every store has a planter of brilliant blossoms in front of it. The hanging baskets of petunias take one’s breath away!

As I am a very senior citizen, I remember the town when it had muddy streets and board sidewalks. It was peopled with individuals who had a purpose, a purpose to establish a source of goods or services to the surrounding area. There wasn’t a design or much planning. The town just “growed like Topsy.”

In the 1920s I remember a blacksmith shop, a general store, an eating place, a boarding house, two churches (The Evangelical and the Christian Church – we called them the “upper” church, or the “lower” church depending upon its location). There was also a school. Through the years it became a thriving town of many shops and businesses, a hospital, many churches and several schools. Professional people such as doctors, dentists, lawyers and other professional persons came to be of service to our people and made their home here.

I saw Sweet Home through the “booming” years when log trucks rolled ceaselessly through the town and the smoke from the mills smelled of prosperity. I saw it through the years of the construction of Green Peter and Foster dams, when the churches and schools were crowded with the children of construction workers.

I, also, saw it stagger through the devastation that the era of the spotted owl brought on our economy, and saw the demise of small business as Wal-Mart encroached.

But Sweet Home didn’t die. The courage and inspiration, and stubborness of people with vision has prevailed, with new ideas and concepts. With the same spirit that energized our ancestors, our town survived. This is a new era.

With the inspiration of such people as the editor of The New Era, the members of our civic organizations, and the realtors, and other interested citizens, their courage will be put into action, and our town will survive and grow.

Sweet Home is a town like any other. It will never be a “cookie cutter” town cut to a pattern like any other town. Sweet Home is not “cheap” nor “tawdry”. It has individuality and reflects the character of the ones who started it, and the ones who maintained it through the years, and the rugged character of this community.

In conclusion I like Sweet Home, I like Sweet Home the way it was, the way it is, and the way it will become.

Rachel Mealey Vogel

Sweet Home