Happy Birthday - to one of the loves of my life - my granddaughter Maddie. She is 10 years old today. Like all our grandchildren, she is a gift from God and a blessing to my wife and I. Her party will be next weekend and we are looking forward to it. Love you Honey (her nickname).
Sunday, March 02, 2014
Friday, February 28, 2014
This photo was taken, circa 1986 at the now, long gone Grinder Restaurant in Whittier, California, while celebrating our daughter Meranda's first communion at St Mary's, also in Whittier.
How quickly time goes by when you are having a good time. Andrew's vacation has come and gone and he has returned to Seattle, Washington. It was a great visit and we miss him already. We will make the trek to Seattle later this year. Our son is a force of nature! We just hung on as best we could and enjoyed the ride.
As always, we keep our son in our prayers!
Sometime in 1973 I cut a good sized branch from a eucalyptus tree and made myself a walking/hiking stick. I burnished it, singed it, oiled it and used it. It's worn down to a smooth finish. It's been years since I have used it. I like looking at it from time to time. It's one of those simple possessions that for whatever reason, means something to us. It has always reminded me of my days with my friends when I was a little more carefree. I have kept it for 41 years.
I decided to part with it. My granddaughter Maddie has taken an interest in hiking and I wanted her to have it. I let her know what it meant to me and if she wanted to accept responsibility for it, she could have it. She wanted it. So now it is Maddie's walking stick.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
You cannot imagine the pride and joy of raising those children, watching them as they grow into good solid adults. The bittersweet joy of watching them one by one as they marry or as they join the service, or do whatever it is that young people do when they begin to start their own lives.
You have no way of knowing that your grandchildren will complete your life in a way you could never have imagined and that the loss of one of them would give you a grief that you never knew existed.
You could not conceive that somehow - that a God you once took for granted - would guide you through a long lasting marriage, even with all the difficulties that comes with a marriage.
You cannot conceive of all those things that will take place in your life and that someday you will be looking back at all of it and realize that God has Blessed you in a way that cannot be put into words.
No you cannot imagine!
Happy Anniversary to to my beautiful wife Jeri, my partner on this journey called life. I love you
A couple of days late due to all the excitement of having our son home for a visit from Seattle, Washington.. His birthday was Tuesday February 18th. The photo is from Tuesday night at Frantone's Pizza and Spaghetti Villa in Cerritos. Happy Birthday Son. We love you!
For more photos from Frantone's go here.
For more photos from Frantone's go here.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Shirley Temple 1928-2014
Her dance scenes with Bill "Bojangles" Robinson were the stuff of legends. Her movie career slowed down as she got older and she eventually left show business. She hosted a TV show for a short time called Shirley Temple's Story Book. In later years she became the Ambassador to Ghana. Most of her later years were spent out of the limelight.
Rest in Peace Shirley Temple and thanks for all the good memories!
Sunday, February 02, 2014
|The House on Soto Street|
This is the home on Soto Street in Boyle Heights where my mother Anita, along with my aunts and uncle, grew up in. They lived on this street until my mother was about 15 or 16 years old, when my grandparents, Auggie and Mary Osuna separated and eventually divorced. In those days the neighborhoods in Boyle Heights consisted of Jews, Russians, Japanese and Mexican Americans. and fragments of other ethnicities.
Until a few weeks ago my mother had not seen this house since she left it or at least that's how she remembers it. Either way it has been a very long time since she has seen this house. She has spoken of it often but this was the first time I had seen this house.
We had just come back from having lunch at Phillipe's in downtown L.A. when we decided to look for the house. It took just a few minutes to locate. The very instant she saw the house I could see the memories passing by in my mother's eyes. The landlords were a Jewish family that lived next door, an Irish family lived across the street and a Japanese family lived up the street. They opened a small grocery store nearby. The daughter of the Japanese family was my mom's best friend.
After the bombing of Pearl Harbor the family was taken to a interment camp, most likely Manzanar. Everything was taken from this family, their home, the store, all of their personal belongings. As my mother remembers it, as they were loading the family onto a truck, neighbors were looting the house for anything of value. She remembers several men carrying out a large piano. She never saw her friend again.
Still, she had lots of good memories from that home and that neighborhood. The house is weathered now by the years. A stone facade and a fence have been added but it remains, more or less, the same. The upstairs window over looking the street was her bedroom. The look on her face and the sound of her voice as she was looking at the house and remembering was priceless.
The other two photos are of the two schools she attended; Hollenbeck Junior High (now called middle school) and Roosevelt High School.
|Hollenbeck Junior High (Middle school)|
|Roosevelt High School|
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Lincoln Elementary School, Whittier, California
Jeri became a troop leader in the boy scouts when all the troops were full and were no longer accepting any more boys, including our son Andrew. She took the initiative, contacted the other parents, and began her own Boy Scout Troop. The meetings were held in one of the classrooms courtesy of Principal Paul Moore (a true friend to the parents and students).
The other school was Hoover Elementary. The two schools split between grades. I have good memories of this neighborhood and those years.
Hoover Elementary School, Whittier, California