Not many people can say they have a long history with a particular road or highway, but I do, and I'm not an engineer or anything as I was just a kid. The I-205 Freeway and I go back together to about 1965 and that finally ended in about 1985. It was a very trying relationship in the midst of the hurly-burly of it all, but it ended up quite positively.
I was born and raised here in Portland and lived out on 95th & Division. For whatever reason, I remember hearing my parents talk about some freeway that was going to be built when I was in first grade (and it ended when I was a junior in high school). As our house was going to be bought by the state and moved elsewhere to make way for the freeway construction, I'd go on house hunting trips with my folks, but usually we heard back from the Oregon Highway Division that they'd halted the project or made new plans. This went on off and on several times until about about 1965. At that point, the State told us they were going to leave our house as the only one on the street surrounded by freeway columns.
After trying to talk sense to the Highway Division, we realized they had made up their minds and nothing short of some kind of nuclear explosion was going to change it (so many stories I won't belabor you about the maze of bureaucracy my folks had to jump through). Anyhow, my dad lost his temper with them and became frighteningly focused on them for the next five years. He made himself an expert on highway construction law, and every time the building crews so much as sneezed wrong, he sent them a letter citing the problem and how he intended to remedy it (this was a clear case of the squeaky wheel getting the grease). Take it from me, being his child, you did not want him focusing on you. After five years and reams of papers and files and telephone calls, they gave up on my dad. The Highway Division finally bought the house and moved it clear out near Champoeg Park (where it is still located to this day). My mom was standing in the bank the day she signed the loan papers and saw them move my bedroom (which had been separated from the rest of the house for ease in moving) out SE Division.
Today, our old house's location is a freeway column somewhat near the intersection of SE 96th Avenue & Market Street, across from the Adventist Academy and Portland Adventist Hospital. My brother showed me how to count the columns and figure out our old house location. These days I smile a lot and treasure my dad's focus and stubborness and the teamwork my mom shared with him, how they finally won over the Oregon Highway Division. My brother lives the closest (Oregon City) and sees and uses the freeway the most. I rarely get out that way except to visit he and his family, but still there are happy thoughts and memories there. read more