Four years ago my wife and I bought a turn of the century foursquare farmhouse and realized our dream of moving to the country. The idyllic fantasy has now been tempered by the reality of improving and maintaining a big old house and extra property, but that is the subject for another post!
Creswell lacks the charm of other small towns along highway 99, thanks to a relocation of main street and subsequent destruction of the original downtown. But you can get a glimpse of the past in the quaint gothic church that is now home to Creswell's history museum.
In a town of 5,000 souls, with probably fewer than 300 jobs, most people drive to Eugene for entertainment and dining. But when you don't feel like jumping on the freeway, there are a few good options in town.
For the classic "mexican-entree-swimming-in-a-plate-of-beans-rice-and-cheese" You can't beat Los Cabos. Located on Oregon Avenue, Creswell's main street, the friendly staff serves up hot plates and a mean Cadillac Margarita.
There was much rejoicing, especially from the younger set, when we got "Old Time Scoops" our own ice cream and candy emporium two summers ago. Since then the going has been tough and ownership has changed a couple of times. We must not have enough regular ice cream eaters to comfortably support this business, but I hope they manage to stick it out, because there's nothing nicer than stopping by for a cold treat after an afternoon at the park...
Harry and Bertha Holt are pioneers of the international adoption movement, making it possible for thousands of orphaned children to find loving homes. Harry Holt park, in the heart of Creswell, is a great summer gathering spot, and a wonderful place to play with your kids year 'round.
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