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?”

Little House on the Avenue.

We six lived in a smallish two bedroom house in East L A. There were a Ma and a Pa and we four kids. Living in a house of about 740-square feet. Teeny tiny for sure. How did we do that back then? I was born shortly after my folks bought this post Spanish colonialContinue reading “Little House on the Avenue.”