Tour de Oregon provides connection with family

By Tammy Malgesini

Staff Writer

Published on August 3, 2016 10:42AM

I recently completed what my mom called a “mission of love and mercy.”

Encompassing more than 1,300 miles, my Tour de Oregon came as a result of my aunt Willamae Holt’s death at the end of May.

I knew lots of people would be around to comfort my uncle Jim, my cousins and my mom during the memorial service. Instead of making a quick trip to Medford, I decided to spend quality time with family in the weeks afterward.

“You don’t know how special that trip was,” my mom recently told me on the phone. “It was perfect timing because there were lots of family and friends after Willie died. After awhile, people don’t reach out as much but we’re still grieving.”

The first leg of the trip took me to Coos Bay to see my folks. We didn’t do anything extraordinary — thrift store shopping, a drive to the beach and out to eat a few times. But the moments were special.

My mom seems to become a night owl when I’m in town. She laughed and cried while reminiscing about her big sis. Sharing about their special bond, she again apologized for not giving me a sister.

I always tell her I have a couple of close friends that are like sisters. And, even if time passes between our visits, the connection with my cousins is special.

Many people say cousins are our first friends as children. That certainly is the case with Laura and Lynda. Growing up, family vacations often included trips to visit them.

We shared lots of fun times and childhood diseases — one summer I exposed everyone to the mumps. When we moved to Jackson County, I had the advantage of instant friends when starting a new school.

With Coos Bay in the rear view mirror, I headed to Medford to visit Lynda and uncle Jim. The Fourth of July weekend provided opportunities to spend time with Lynda’s son, grandson, oldest daughter and niece.

Quite the character, uncle Jim suggested we should become “blood brothers” since we aren’t actually blood relatives. Even at 81 years old, he was game for our adventures. He said he needed to keep a close watch on Lynda and I to make sure we didn’t end up in jail.

I came home long enough to work a few days, do some laundry and re-pack my bags before heading to Joseph. Laura and her husband, James, live in a beautiful slice of paradise above Wallowa Lake.

We enjoyed the outdoors and savored our share of good food. And, I learned my cousin was a bit of an Annie Oakley — picking off some of the pesky varmints that destroy the trees from her deck.

An added bonus, I got to see Laura’s son, Matt, and survived as a wedding crasher even though the officiant was armed with a six-shooter.

I embarked on this journey without specific plans, other than to connect with family. Mission accomplished!

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Tammy Malgesini is the community editor. Her column, Inside my Shoes, includes general musings about life. Contact her at tmalgesini@eastoregonian.com or 541-564-4539.