Category Archives: LosAngeles

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.”

No one knew we were coming.

Another from the first ten years. It probably was Summer 1952. Now there was one or maybe two summers our ‘Old Maid’ redhead Aunt Elsie drove we kids and our mom up to Portland, Oregon to my mom’s and Aunt’s Brothers’s house. Maybe he was also we kids uncle. Are you following me? But anyway,Continue reading “No one knew we were coming.”

Is it Junior High or Middle School?

Junior high or middle school as they call it now was just a fog for me. I seemed to sleep through the seventh, eighth, and ninth grade. I’d rather had swept the city streets with a Wisk broom back then. However, the redeeming thing about junior high was the various shop classes. Wood shop, metalContinue reading “Is it Junior High or Middle School?”

A real snow job.

Oh yes, then there was this in the first ten years. East Los Angeles 1949. It was a chilling cold and near freezing January morning. In retrospect, a bit cold for southern California. I was in kindergarten at Montebello Park Elementary school and this was the only time I was at the same school myContinue reading “A real snow job.”

Suddenly he was on fire.

Once again, more from the first ten years. So many tear drops falling from my eye… eyes. We Los Angeles Okies had a limited eating repertoire. Fried chicken and mashed potatoes just to suggest two Okie entrees out of a possibility of two. Not to mention gallons of milk and purple Koo lade. But, BoyContinue reading “Suddenly he was on fire.”

I hear him but don’t see him.

Good Humor? You could hear him coming from afar. His repetitious jingle played over and over. He slowly made his way down our street on Simmons Avenue in East L A. It seemed forever before he made his way near our house. Once in sight I would run and wave him down. And I meanContinue reading “I hear him but don’t see him.”

He came, he saw, and he leftt.

Who was that masked man? I believe it was a Sunday night. Yes a Sunday night when we use to attend church on Sunday morning and Sunday night back in the 1960s. And by the way we also attended church on Wednesday nights as well just to clarify things. But anyway, it seemed the pewsContinue reading “He came, he saw, and he leftt.”

Stay on your side of the car. You’re touching me.

Our August vacations 1950 to 1963. Being the low man on the vacation totem pole my dad got his vacation time off in August. The hottest month of the year. Most of our annual vacations were driving to Oklahoma from Los Angeles. This was pre-Interstate on the southern route going through Yuma through southern Arizona,Continue reading “Stay on your side of the car. You’re touching me.”

Boy howdy, that’s the biggest ice cube I’ve ever seen

How to chill out. How to refrigerate anything without a refrigerator. my dad told me what his Mom’sfamily had done living back on the farm in the 1920s and 1930s southern rural Oklahoma. . He said they used was an A-frame structure with burlap material draped down the frame. It was placed outside on theirContinue reading “Boy howdy, that’s the biggest ice cube I’ve ever seen”