Bronco
Weird title I know, but it will make sense in a minute. So, many times I have been embarrassed to tell people where I went to High School/grew up when they ask. I always smirk and say, Parkrose… home of the Broncos… Lately, I have been thinking about that a lot. My church has recently started a campus in Parkrose. Since that has happened I have seen a lot of positive great things going on, but I cringe when they talk about the community and the people there. The view most people have is that it is a drug addicted, prostituting, crack smoking, gang banging, meth smuggling ghetto. Yes, that is all true, but there is more to the community than that. There are really great people who live there. People who are trying to make a difference in their community and reach out to their neighbors. I never thought I would say this, but a part of me misses our little white house in Parkrose. We had such great neighbors, and yes we had bad ones too. But we all looked out for each other. One time our small little neighborhood made the news because we helped bring down 2 drug houses together. I’m not saying I want to go back, but I’m feeling not as ashamed I guess. So what if I grew up on what some may think is the wrong side of town. That’s where I came from and who’s to judge my character based on where God placed me in this world? I think I turned out pretty good.
Sometimes I have to laugh at where we live now with our HOA rules and the glares and frequent pull overs from HV sheriffs because my husband drives a beater ’87 Camry. I
don’t like the car either, but give me a break! Total combined, both Scott and I have been pulled over in that car 6 times! And none have been for a traffic violation. I love where we live, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes the whole suburbia thing just gets to me. So really it doesn’t matter where you grew up or where you live, but who you grew up to be and what you live for. Yeah that’s right, I’m a Bronco.
gintherfam said,
August 29, 2008 at 1:16 am
Sooooo….you wanna go buy a farm together? We could drive riding lawnmowers around and plant a garden and have chickens and homeschool and make trips “into town”…we could have our own crazy little commune.
I mean, I SO get ya on this one. I grew up in Gladstone (not quite Parkrose, sorry, but far from this snob-land we live in now!). I makes me feel better to know you guys are around the corner, keepin’ it real with us! And so many things are great about this neighborhood…but the HV patrol needs to lay off the Camry!!!
Jodie said,
October 15, 2008 at 6:05 am
Hi! I just stumbled across your blog and it’s great! I had to chuckle when I read you guys still have an ’87 Camry beause I thought no one could beat our ’88 Honda. At this rate it’s paid for and keeps on running and who know it might make it until my oldest can drive!