The old rock group, not the city.
Back when dinosaurs walked the earth (when I was a kid), DST was a different thing. Until the Uniform Time Act was passed in around 1966, it was left up to local governing bodies to decide to change the time in spring and fall. In Oregon it was at it's most confusing in the late 50's into the early 60's. Cities took to it, welcoming the extra light during hours children were outside.
Outside the towns, not so much. Oregon was then still mainly agriculture and logging.
People who's work hours started with first light, loggers, ranchers, etc didn't care what actual time it was, just that there was enough light to work. Ranchers said their cattle didn't wear wristwatches.
The result was that most rural areas did not change their clocks, while most (but not all) towns did. It even got more confusing: some towns used DST Monday through Friday, but not on Saturday and Sunday.
The net result was as the group Chicago sang, "Nobody really knows what time it is...". If a rancher outside Bend drove into town it might be an hour later when he crossed the city limits. Unless it was Saturday. If you were living in town, you might have to change your clocks Friday and Sunday evening. Bend had two small towns within 20 miles, with frequent trips by people on weekends to shop or visit. It may or may not be the same time there. If you were a farm or ranch kid, you had to remember the school bus was on a different time zone than yours.
Now retired, I find myself going with the ranchers, I get up when first light filters through the blinds, and when I'm tired I go to bed.