(This is a picture you asked for in relation to the story you are running on 2/24 about the revival of granges. ) I spent a lot of my childhood at the Melrose Grange,8 miles from Roseburg, Oregon. My great grandfather,great grandmother, grandfather and grandmother (not to mention a few great uncles) were past Grange Masters. I had my singing debut at the Christmas party there when I was 8 years old. I played a piano recital for my great grandfathers 60th (?) anniversary of being a grange member. I remember all the tamale feeds, and dinners and meetings complete with entertainment and skits and just the wonderful neighborly attitude of all the people who were members. They were kind of like an extended family when I was growing up and I am still friends with many of them and their children. It was a wonderful and wholesome part of the country way of life. My grange has now closed due to membership lapse and has become a building for rent for public and private events. But I will never forget how growing up in the grange shaped my attitudes and gave me beautiful memories that will last forever.