Jenny C.
Yelp
I was staring up at Teddy Roosevelt's horse early this morning and I got to wondering, how could this spot in a city full of many reputable cultural destinations stick out so much to me? How is it that I can say, with my hand on my heart, that this is my favorite place in Portland?
Maybe it's all about roots, both literally and symbolically. Acquired in 1869, The South Park Blocks used to be the western edge of Portland. What began as a roadway for the city turned into a prominent public green space (sound familiar Waterfront Park?) Over time it became the top location for people to live and relax within "a cathedral of trees with a simple floor of grass". Today, while the mansions, Masonic temples, and marks of the elite have made way for churches, hotels, museums, and schools, the 12 blocks of green remain unchanged, save for the periodic addition of a work of art gifted to the city like Proctor's "Theodore Roosevelt - Rough Rider".
Growing up in the area, I always imagined that the South Park Blocks must be exactly what Central Park in New York City would be like. But now that I've been to both I realize that our park ( a measly 1/100 of the size of the NYC urban counterpart) is so much simpler, and for that a true success.
Between the busy one way streets full of delivery trucks trying to get to the Schnitzer, school buses unloading kids at the art museum, PSU students running to class, and construction going on all around, a bit of refuge is appreciated. Where one can stop and smell the roses (just don't pick them, it's a $500 fine!), or sit on an old wooden bench for a coffee or lunch break and watch people try to figure out that Roy Lichtenstein sculpture that looks vaguely like colorized flying bacon...
Yes, there are certainly more flashy 21st Century places in Portland, and when it comes right down to it, the South Park Blocks are actually quite forgettable. It's not fancy, or swank, or hip. The 132 year old poplars and elms that flank the buckling pathways and donated artwork are tired and worn.
But as I stood here, happy for a break from the rain and a cup of tea from a cafe close at hand, I tried to remember that famous pearl of wisdom about gratitude... what was it again?
Oh yeah... Never look a gift horse in the mouth.