No nothing like it. We were residence on Simmons Avenue in East Los Angeles. Speaking for myself, I lived there for an approximate ten years. Then we moved further east into a quaint and quiet but mostly dull suburb. But back to Simmons Avenue in East L A, next door to the north of usContinue reading “Put butter in it and roll it up.”
Category Archives: autobiographical
Blonds and bails of hay.
Summer 1961. It was summer break between my junior and senior year of high school and a friend and I were up in northern California working on a cattle ranch. The ranch was approximately 40-miles south from the Oregon/California border and approximately 700-miles north from Los Angeles. And L A is where we boys livedContinue reading “Blonds and bails of hay.”
Hey boy, give me a bale of hay
Summer 1961. It was summer break between my junior and senior year of high school and a friend and I were way up in northern California working on a cattle ranch. The ranch was approximately 40-miles south from the Oregon/California border and approximately 700-miles north from Los Angeles. Ranch was somewhere between metropolitan Weed andContinue reading “Hey boy, give me a bale of hay”
What is that little shack out in back.
posted by Chuck Ayers No quarter moon on this privy. We California Okies would sometimes visit our Aunt Minnie. Aunt Minnie was my mother’s older sister. Minnie lived just off the county road between Love and Carter County, Oklahoma. South of metropolitan Wilson, Oklahoma. A once upon a time oil and gas boomtown. Now withContinue reading “What is that little shack out in back.”
I love the smell of fresh pressed rubber tires.
The Golden State/Sooner State connection. Having grown up in a tiny house near a major industrial area in Los Angeles, we were just down wind from the B F Goodrich tire factory. Almost in the shadow of the Willard Battery water tower. Just north of the railroad tracks near the Union Pacific switching yards. AContinue reading “I love the smell of fresh pressed rubber tires.”
I graduated from the Chef Boyardee school of pizza making.
You work with what you got. In my early days of learning to cook, improvisation was the key. If you do not have the correct items as specified on a recipe, then improvise. Right? Well I would try to come close to the recipe as possible. That was my mantra as a 12-year-old. NeverContinue reading “I graduated from the Chef Boyardee school of pizza making.”
Twas the night before Christmas
The night before Christmas and peeking out the back window shade. It must had been about 10-O-clock and I was peeking out the back bedroom window. What I saw was most encouraging. I saw my dad carrying into the back door a brand-new blue Schwinn 3-speed racer bicycle. I thought to myself, hot diggitydog! Continue reading “Twas the night before Christmas”
When in doubt, jump in the pool.
Summer 1960. My irascible aunt Elsie and I finally arrived in Wilson, Oklahoma. Elsie went on to her cousins and I checked in at my Grandmothers. Never the less, After arriving at my grandmother’s house in Wilson and all we dozens of cousins were settled in, we were assigned our sleeping spot. My cousin JackyContinue reading “When in doubt, jump in the pool.”
Don’t be chicken
Fried chicken was the main event on our Sunday after church dinner table. It was a team effort between my mom and my dad. At our residence in East Los Angeles we raised dozens of chickens in our middle yard. Dozens of Rhoade Island reds. We probably raised about forty or fifty hens and twoContinue reading “Don’t be chicken”
I’m walking, yes indeed I’m Walking.
My kids don’t believe me. I had walked two miles or more one way each day to and back from school. Starting in kindergarten and still walked everyday all the way through my senior year in high school. Rain, sleet, ice storms, snow, Wild fire, earthquake, barking dogs, panhandlers, and cracked sidewalks. All walking throughContinue reading “I’m walking, yes indeed I’m Walking.”
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