Tag Archives: 1960s

Sweets

Grandma always added extra Vanilla Extract to her cake frosting. It could have been stirred by hand, but she preferred to use the old electric mixer with the heavy head that would clunk down into the mixing bowl and whir … Continue reading

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Bless the Beasts and the Children

When I arrived at Westlane Auto Movies, I had two pets, a turtle and a parakeet. The turtle wandered off one day while I was at school and the parakeet suffered a fate that has made me cautious of insecticides … Continue reading

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Pioneer Days

I found my niche in the sixth grade while attending Pioneer Elementary School in Davis Mr. Arvizu, my sixth grade teacher, got me, but he may have cursed me too. This was his final evaluation on my sixth grade report … Continue reading

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15 Acres of Asphalt

Westlane Auto Movie was situated between downtown Davis and West Sacramento off a strip of Interstate 80 called the Yolo Causeway. You could see the marquee from the highway. Drive-in patrons would take the Chiles Road exit and follow the … Continue reading

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Sock Monkeys and Second Hand Smokes

I’ve cleaned up after smokers for most of my life. My Uncle David and Uncle Gene filled up the paths and gutters in front of Nana’s house with cigarette butts. My mother and father contributed to the accumulation of paper … Continue reading

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There Were Three Trees In the Backyard

There were three trees in the backyard, apricot, apple, and fig. I called the fig tree “The Elevator” because you could scoot out on a long branch and it would gently lower you to the ground. I remember demonstrating this … Continue reading

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I Never Learned to Play a Musical Instrument

I never learned to play a musical instrument. Jeannie and I would go to an old woman’s house around the corner and pound on her piano once in awhile. She would offer us old Halloween candy and let us play … Continue reading

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Uncle David Usually Had Firecrackers and Cherry Bombs

Uncle David usually had firecrackers and cherry bombs when the Fourth of July rolled around. I liked sparklers, the metal ones, but I loved the various fountains that shot colorful sparks up into the air. The higher the better. In … Continue reading

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Uncle David Wasn’t Around Much

Uncle David wasn’t around much the summer of 1969, but evidence of his interests were almost everywhere at Nana’s house. I discovered his Steppenwolf, Blood, Sweat, and Tears, The Ventures and Beach Boys albums and used the TV in his … Continue reading

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I’ve Always Been a Collector

I have always been a collector. As a child, I collected DC and Marvel comics, Beatles’ memorabilia, and paperback books filled with daily comic strips like Peanuts.  I cultivated a slightly twisted sense of humor collecting Addams Family bubble gum … Continue reading

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