A whisper rooted in thankfulness

Since becoming editor at Siuslaw News in September (Yes, I’m still the editor), one of my goals has been to make a more personal connection as a newspaper with our community. In Wednesday’s issue, I took the opportunity to open up a bit to our readers about one of the things I’m most thankful for and why…image



Though it’s been 35 years since I arrived in Oregon as a high school sophomore, when people ask where I moved from, I still whisper when I say, “California.”

I do so in jest (mostly), secure in the knowledge that revealing my California roots — however withered — won’t suddenly bring nearby conversations to an embarrassing halt, leaving cricket chirps in its place.

Part of the reason is because, more often than not, those around me are also originally from California.

Seriously, folks. I’ve heard you whispering.

But recently, I’ve come to realize there’s a different reason I whisper when it comes to explaining where I was in relation to where I am now.

It’s a whisper rooted in thankfulness. 

It’s the whisper that escapes you the moment after realizing how close you came to being in a serious accident. Or when the gas attendant asks if you want to use your .50-cent gas reward when you thought you only had 20.

“What? Yesss.”

Oregon changed my life for the better.

Twice, actually.

First as a 15-year-old with my family, then again when I moved back as a 37-year-old with my own family.

In the first instance, it was culture shock just short of defibrillation as I went from the concrete jungle of Los Angeles to the blackberry hillsides of the North Fork. Instead of riding my Schwinn to school and spending afternoons running around the streets in my Nikes, I was canoeing over a flooded dike to meet my school bus and returning home to stack wood or dig post holes.

Usually in mud boots.

I hated Oregon because it was the opposite of everything I’d known. It wasn’t until returning that summer to visit my father in L.A. that I realized something that changed my life: Everything I thought I knew wasn’t nearly as important as how I’d come to know myself thanks to the life I was experiencing in Oregon.

Returning home at the end of that summer, I still remember stepping out of the car and onto our dirt driveway in a new pair of Nikes, realizing how those shoes — and that life — just didn’t fit anymore.

This is home, I whispered.

Mostly because I didn’t want my parents to hear and know they had been right. I was still a teenager, after all.

The lessons learned and perspectives gained from life as an Oregonian were things I carried with me after graduating from Siuslaw High School and becoming a regional chef in Atlanta for the next 10 years.

But during all of that time, the thought of returning to Oregon stayed with me, particularly as the gains in my career began costing something far more important:

Time with my family.

So when, in 1998, the opportunity was presented to begin a new career as a journalist, my beloved Oregon — and Florence in particular — changed my life for the second time. Come Thanksgiving, these are the things I’ll be thinking about and quietly giving thanks for as my family gathers around a dinner table that, if not for Oregon’s surreptitious intervention in my life, I may not be sitting at today.

On behalf of everyone at Siuslaw News, we wish you a very happy Thanksgiving and many reasons to be thankful.

Especially if, like me, you’re originally from…

*whispering* California.


Write Siuslaw News editor Ned Hickson at nhickson@thesiuslaw news.com or P.O. Box 10, Florence, Ore. 97439.

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I was a journalist, humor columnist, writer and editor at Siuslaw News for 23 years. The next chapter in my own writer’s journey is helping other writers prepare their manuscript for the road ahead. I'm married to the perfect woman, have four great kids, and a tenuous grip on my sanity...

11 thoughts on “A whisper rooted in thankfulness”

    1. Thanks, Susan 😉 And a (belated) Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family as well. And yes, it’s a special place we live in. Every day there’s something beautiful to see or experience, with or without mud boots.

  1. I have a few things I can whisper too… but not here! LOL! I love that you are thankful for the things you have and where you live. That is how I feel about Texas, but it also how I feel about Kentucky (my home state) It is beautiful there and very similar to the part of Texas where we live now. Love the post… Happy (belated) Thanksgiving my friend! I hope it was awesome! 🙂

    1. Thanks so much, Courtney! Loving where you live and appreciating what you have in life is about as good as it gets 😉 A Happy belated turkey day to you and yours as well, my friend!

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