Don’t let her rub you the wrong way.

It was about two days away from Thanksgiving. I’m guessing it was 1958 and I was in the eighth grade. Maybe I was fourteen or fifteen. Don’t really remember. But anyway, My lot in life at that time was to walk to school and walk home. I walked every day. Ever since first grade. ToContinue reading “Don’t let her rub you the wrong way.”

A poem from the Red Dirt Plaines.

Okie Poetry This sure am not Hollywood Nineteen forty-one was the year Carl, Sr. and his bashful bride Left the parched and dry farm. They arrived in the coast to the west with two Toddlers in tow. Carl, Jr. and Peggy Sue. The four of them fresh off The Route some called 66. One man’sContinue reading “A poem from the Red Dirt Plaines.”

He could perform supernatural magic with his three red feathered chickens.

Butchy the chicken whisperer He doesn’t like to compare himself to Harry Potter but Butchy the chicken whisperer has magical mystical powers over his following of chickens. Three in all. All Rhode Island Reds named Manny, Moe, and Jack. A trio of cluckers who think they have special divining powers to find buried treasures. AfterContinue reading “He could perform supernatural magic with his three red feathered chickens.”

How does this mahogany box work?

Our very first television. It was 1952 on Simmons Avenue in East L A not that far from the Willard Battery factory water tower and just downwind from the B. F. Goodrich tire factory. The latest electronic marvels had entered our Okie home. Once television was brought into our tiny East Los Angeles Livingroom entertainmentContinue reading “How does this mahogany box work?”

Was it skating or dancing?

Thou Shall not dance. Especially with the opposite sex. Boys and girls were forbidden to dance with each other. At least this was the doctrinaire of our fundamentalist church. However, the first Monday evening of each month way back when we kids would go with an older couple in their twenties to Pasadena at theContinue reading “Was it skating or dancing?”

Oh my. How did its feathers come off?

Chicken business. My dad received a letter in the mail from the county health department. It was 1953 in East Los Angeles and the letter informed my dad he had to get rid of all his chickens. Obviously, a neighbor had complained of the chicken noise and ruckus. Lots of hen clucking and roosters crowing.Continue reading “Oh my. How did its feathers come off?”

He had magical mechanical healing powers.

My gearhead dad. My dad had to quit school in the eighth-grade. He said he’d would rather have stayed in school and play baseball for the school team and continue his studies. But his family needed him to work the farm because His father was down in north Texas working on a drilling rig inContinue reading “He had magical mechanical healing powers.”

Only five-cents for a bottle of dark deliciousness.

The big red machine. It was big as a Frigidaire refrigerator. But with one exception. It wasn’t white like the one in my mom’s kitchen. It was a bit bigger but very red. Often found outside on the curbing around a gas station. And scribed across its front in large white lettering was ‘CokeOfCola.’ TheContinue reading “Only five-cents for a bottle of dark deliciousness.”