Rose City Welcomes You

Smells Like a Rose Too

Smells Like a Rose Too

Having flights left on our OneWorld Ticket and friends in Oregon to visit we headed off to PDX. Portland, with it’s rivers and bridges, it’s mountains, manageable city size (and professional soccer team), has long been near the top of the relocation list for LeeAnne and I. In all honesty at the beginning of the trip I thought we may be looking to move out there when we returned to the States. But being away from everyone you know for the better part of a year changes what you want sometimes, and at the moment I don’t think we want to move to a new city, make new friends, and start things all over. We’ve kind of been doing that every three to four days for the last year.

So a visit it is, although our Portland hosts Suzanne and Jeff did offer to hook us up with a real estate agent before we got into town and there was a bit of heavy questioning about just why we wouldn’t be moving to Portland ASAP (FYI – If PDX had an MLS team rather than a minor league soccer team, it would help).

We did many of the Portland “Must Do’s”. We went to Powells City of Books, the book store that takes up a whole city block downtown. We rode bikes in the rain. We ate at Voodoo Doughnuts. We were rained on. We skipped the Rose garden (but we had been there before). And we drank Fair Trade coffee at a vegan bakery from mugs made on site by local peoples with special needs …as it rained outside.

New Lisbon

Mark Hanna Slept Here

Mark Hanna Slept Here

Lisbon, Ohio LeeAnne’s home town was one of our first stops on our return to the States. Lisbon is a little burg village located in north-eastern Ohio, but it is surprisingly deep in history and dare I say it? The history of the United States may have been dramatically different without little Lisbon, Ohio. Learn the shocking truth below.

The village of New Lisbon was founded as a “Canal Town” by one Lewis Kinney in 1802. It’s the second oldest town in Ohio, and home to the oldest stone house in the state. Soon after it’s founding it became a center for iron and whiskey production and the population boomed from zero to over four thousand in it’s first decade of existence. That rate of growth wouldn’t long continue, as Lisbon’s population plateaued at near four thousand for the next two hundred years or so.

During the War of Northern Aggression the feared Confederate raider John Hunt Morgan was captured outside Lisbon after crossing the Ohio River and leading raids on various sites in Indiana and Ohio. Attempting to join his forces with General Robert E. Lee at Gettysburg, he – like many others over the years – could not find a way out of Columbiana County. During this time Lisbon was an active site on the Underground Railroad, and there was a strongly abolitionist newspaper published from Lisbon – there were many Abolitionists in and around the village.

But the two names that connect Lisbon with US political history are Mark Hanna and John McKinnley. McKinnley, the twenty-fifth President of the United States lived in Lisbon briefly with his grand parents. And while they met elsewhere, it was the political alliance John McKinnley formed with Lisbon native Mark Hanna that would shape both of their careers, and redefine political campaigns in the United States.

Think of McKinnley as a 19th century version of George Bush to Mark Hanna’s Karl Rove. Something of a twit, McKinnley looked to Hanna to organize his 1896 campaign against William Jennings Bryan. Hanna raised an unprecedented amount of money and used it to organize one of the first truly national political campaigns in this country. As a result McKinnley thrashed Bryan in the polls and the new administration used it’s mandate in it’s first four years to focus on putting corporate interests ahead of the national interest, and administering the Spanish-American War – the first war Americans would fight off the North American continent. During much of this time the President would rely on Mark Hanna for many of his most important decisions. Hmm, sound familiar to anyone?

Of course, McKinnley was shot by anarchist Leon Czolgosz in 1901 and he was succeeded by Teddy Roosevelt as President. Hanna and Roosevelt had long before had a falling out and the Lisbon Gang’s influence soon faded. The town just hasn’t been the same since. So one way of looking at it is this, without Lisbon, and Mark Hanna, would there be any Karl Rove or Spanish American War? Without a Spanish American War would there be a Mount Rushmore with Teddy Roosevelts face on it?

Lisbon, it’s Hysterical Historical.

Lolo the Wedding Planner

The Wedding Planner

The Wedding Planner

How do you know that you are some one’s good friend? When they ask you to manage their wedding.

How does someone know when you are their very good friend? When there are almost five hundred people attending your wedding, and you say “Yes”.

One of the reasons we chose the dates we did for our return was to make it to the wedding of our friends Jeanne and Abbie. Since we were planning on being in the area and aren’t yet encumbered by jobs, we offered to help in any way we could with getting ready for the big wedding day. Jeanne asked if she could employ us on the wedding day itself to kind of manage things behind the scene, so while she didn’t actually plan anything and there was no radio headset to be worn, I mockingly called her Jeanne’s “Wedding Planner”.

And I wasn’t the only one. At the wedding rehearsal the night before several of Jeanne’s out-of-town friends took her to be a pro. “How many wedding do you do a year?” they asked, “This is my first”, (concerned look on out-of-town friends face) “Oh, umm”, whereupon LeeAnne explains that she’s doing Jeanne a “solid” in repayment for the many “solids” we have already received from her in the past.

Then there was a very disconcerting moment in the rehearsal when Jeanne asked both LeeAnne and myself to stand up, and said in front of the eighty people at the wedding rehearsal (Because when you wedding is huge, your wedding rehearsal has to be also disproportionately large), “If any of you have any questions tomorrow at all, find LeeAnne or Dave and they can answer them for you”. Whoa, that’s the first I’ve heard of that. I have a hard time keeping track of myself at these events – this is not good.

The day of the wedding itself remains a blur as much for ourselves as I’m sure it was for Jeanne and Abbie. Some of the events that do remain in my memory include:

  • Flower children showing up for the service about three seconds before the march down the aisle begins
  • Guests showing up to the service forty-five minutes after it’s begun and wondering why it’s hard to find a seat
  • The Ethiopian band showing up 30 minutes after they’re supposed to play the traditional wedding song and introduce the newylwed couple at the reception
  • The wedding band learning to play a Junkyard Band Go-Go song in about five minutes before the reception
  • The power cutting out right before the wedding bands big finale
  • A wedding band of the goofiest middle age white people you’ve ever met preforming a Go-Go song

Somewhat surprisingly, it all went off. Everything happened, there were toasts, the cake was cut, people were sat at tables, everyone worked together and made things happen. And all this with out J-Lo, and her headset. It was a great time and certainly worth changing around a schedule a bit and taking on (way) more responsibility than we thought we’d have.