Jeri and Her Father Henry Huizar

This photo was taken in the early to mid 70's. About the time Jeri and I met. She is dancing with her father to some long forgotten song. I'm sure somewhere in her mind she was thinking, I can't wait to meet Randy!"

Her father Henry Huizar was a much loved man. I can say, unequivocally, that I loved that man dearly.

He has been gone since 1991. She still misses him. So do I.

I am adding the original photo. I did use AI to restore the photo to it's original quality but changed nothing else.

Food Stuff

 

Last night my daughter Savannah made two pizzas.. They were absolutely delicious, or as my father was wont to say when things turned out exceptionally well, "Just like downtown!"

Thank you daughter!

A simple Braunschweiger (smoked Liverwurst) sandwich for lunch. This is something I have enjoyed since my early childhood. My father made them every once in a while on a weekend and he would make one for me too.

As I was making the sandwich, along with mayo and mustard, I spread some butter on my bread, and immediately Mrs. Eriksen came to my thoughts.

Mrs. Eriksen was the mother of my pal and neighbor, Richard Eriksen. Sometimes Richard would spend the night at my house and sometimes I would spend the night at his. During the evening Mrs. Eriksen would bring us sandwiches. They were delicious. I asked her one day about her sandwiches and she told me she put butter on the bread.

To this day, from time to time, I'll add a smear of butter to my sandwich bread and I always think of Mrs. Ericksen.

Along with the sandwiches she would bring us a refreshing drink. I asked her about that too. Half Kool Aid and half orange juice. My wife and I raised our kids on that drink. I would tell them about Mrs. Eriksen every single time.

Food, even a simple Braunsweiger sandwich can trigger the memories.

God Bless you Mrs. Eriksen. I ain't forgot ya! R.I.P. Dear woman

Today I was craving corn, Elote if you will, Mexican style corn on the cob, slathered with butter, mayonaise chile powder and whatever else the elotero (the corn man) puts on it. about an hour later my wife heard his horn honking, "The corn man is passing by"! she didn't need to tell me twice. I got two, she got one. Pure satisfaction in a bite.

Vintage Family Photo

A few months after my mother, Anita De La O(nee Osuna) passed away, I was going through some boxes that contained paper items, news clippings and other various items, when a small piece of paper fell out of an old envelope to the floor.

It turned out to be a photo of my grandmother Mary Osuna (nee Espinoza), my grandfather Agustine "Auggie" Osuna and my mother, the baby.

Presumably, it was taken in 1929. My mother was born on May 2, of that year. My grandmother was 18 or 19 years old and my grandfather roughly 21 or 22..

This was the first time I had seen this photo. I have no idea why my mother never shared this photo with us but I am grateful it was in the boxes I was holding for her.

I improved the quality of the  photo using an online AI app.

ADDENDUM: I added a colorized photo.

The Trees

Good morning, or good afternoon. I hope all is well with you.

I was tending to the avocado trees this morning. I could not help but notice how thick, healthy and lush the trees are. I have noticed, when I am not well, the trees seem to be distressed. Maybe it's just a coincidence but when I am healthy and thriving so are the trees.

Or it could be that when I am not doing so well I give them less attention. Whatever the case may be, the trees are doing well.

The trees and I have become old friends now. I try to lay my hands on them every day. Maybe it means something, maybe nothing but it makes me feel better. I am hoping for a good harvest at the end of the year or early 2027.

It still amazes me that I can stand beneath the trees. They gives good shade.

Good Bless you family & friends. Enjoy this God given day.

A Baptism and a Dedication

 Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not depart from it. - Proverbs 22:6 KJV

A big day for our family this Sunday but even more so it will be one of the biggest day in my grandson Jack's life memory.

He took it upon himself to make such a momentous decision. His family, all of us, are proud of him, not arrogantly proud but justifiably proud.

Also, his younger brother Josiah was dedicated to our Lord. Again, a monumental moment for my grandsons and their parents; my daughter Savannah and my son-in-law Josh Guerrero. Today justifies their hard work and training

My wife and I ask and I pray that God guides them both in every decision in life that comes their way and they learn to choose wisely; in love, in finances in choosing friends. We pray that they stay strong in character; choosing integrity, honor and loyalty and all those qualities that good men possess.

We thank Pastor Ralph and Cindy De La Torre and all the unsung heroic House of Grace church members and family members that provided guidance along the way.

Justifiable Pride

A New Season Begins

A new season begins with new avocados making a showing this past month, at least with the two Haas avocado trees. The Fuerte tree has not yet been a good producer and has yet to produce any avocados this season.

The Fuerte was the runt of the group, in fact, it still is but my gut instinct tells me it will outgrow the other two trees in time.

I nurture them. I put my hands on them and I'm hoping they can feel it. They are strong and healthy and they produce good tasting avocados.

The avocados will probably be ready for harvest late December to mid January.  It's going to be a long wait!

Happy Heavenly Anniversary

Seventy-eight years ago today, October 25, 1947, my mother and father were married in a quiet courthouse wedding in Downtown Los Angeles. Today would be their 78th anniversary.

They met earlier that same year when my mother was babysitting for her aunt Peewee. My father knocked on the door. My mother opened it.  He took one look and was smitten.  It was literally a whirlwind romance.

Their first official date was at the Avodon Ballroom on Spring Street in Downtown Los Angeles.  The accompanying photograph is from that night.

The Avodon Ballroom was a popular nightclub throughout the 1940's.  It was the Big Band era and this was one of the venues that hosted some of the big names.

My father was not a big name but he did sing there from time to time. Presumably, with the house band.

Back to their first date; they were enjoying themselves, along with a few friends when my father excused himself. My mother used that moment to go to the ladies room, or the powder room as they were sometimes called.

A few moments later, a young woman rushed into the ladies room, "Annie, Annie, he's singing!!

"What, who's singing?"
"Andy! Andy's singing, he's singing to you!"

She rushed out of the ladies room and there was my father, in her eyes larger than life, singing, "Embracable You" by Frank Sinatra. That moment is the moment  he won my mother's heart.

I heard this story so many times over the years, especially after my father's passing in 1981, that it is imprinted in my mind.

It was a good solid marriage but like every marriage they had their ups and downs but they stayed together. 

So,  Happy Heavenly Anniversary to the absolutely amazing man and woman; Andrew and Anita De La O, that gave their all to my sister, my brother and me.

October 19, 1974

Fifty-one years ago today October 19, 1974, I walked into the Golden West Ballroom in Norwalk, California. This woman caught my eye. I asked her to dance and she said yes.  

Fast forward through the decades; five children, nine grandchildren, gray hair and a lifetime of memories. We grew old together. 

It's not our anniversary but we remember the date every year.

Throwback Thursday Photos

Sometimes an old photo can trigger not only memories but emotions as well. My wife Jeri was in the, "Family Way" with our daughter Meranda. I'm not sure of the date but Meranda was born in May of 1978. So maybe March or April of that year.

This was the first house we lived in on Newlin Avenue. We moved in on February 15, 1978. We lived in three houses on Newlin. When we speak of that house now we refer to it as, either the white house or the first house, so we will know which house we are talking about.We loved that house, in fact we loved the neighborhood too.

We didn't know it yet but looking back we understand now, God Blessed us. That house, that pregnancy, as well as the neighborhood was the genesis of our family.

Then and now, I always thought my wife was a beautiful pregnant woman.

This photo is from sometime in 1979.

Back in those days me and my old pal, the late great, Steve Wallace made the drive to Lake Piru practically every other weekend to go trout fishing but sometimes we would snag an occasional Largemouth Bass. We almost always caught our limiit.

Sometimes we would be having such a good time we would stay a few days. Much to the chagrin of my wife. We didn't have cell phones back then. I never called and she never knew if I was dead or alive.

In our minds, we were the adult versions of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. Steve was Huck. It was Huck that took this photo.

Steve passed away in 2000 and Lake Piru has never been the same since. God Bless you, stay safe and enjoy your memories.

Happy Birthday to my Wife

Happy Birthday to my wife Jeri. I celebrate and I thank you for all the good meals you have cooked for our family, all the love and all the shared adventures.As I have always said, you make me look good by just standing next to me.

I give thanks to God,who, in his infinite wisdom, put you directly in my path. Happy Birthday, I love you and your family loves you!

Arroz con Pollo

Arroz con Pollo (Chicken and Rice) for tonight's supper. This is a dish that I have made for years but it has been a while.

For the most part I stick with tradition but I add linguicia sausage which is Portuguese.  Linguicia lends a distinctive taste to the rice. 

Tonight I also borrowed from Puerto Rican cooks, who know a thing or two about Arroz con Pollo. I used the Gandules peas which is the central ingradient in Arroz con Gandules. It also adds flavor and texture to the rice.

Ultimately though, this my own personal take on Arroz con Pollo. Not 100% traditional but I can live with it.

There is a debate as to the origin of Arroz con Pollo. It is thought to come from Spain, which is a plausible theory considering the great rice dishes Spain is famous for including Paella, Spain's national dish. The other side of the debate is that it all began in Puerto Rico.

I don't know. What I do know is that Arroz con Pollo can be found in almost every Latin America country, including Mexico and the American Southwest. 

I should also add that this was a dish my mother regularly made when I was growing up. Cooking and eating it brings the past alive, if only for a moment. 

Buen Provecho

The Way Things Used to Be

The Helms Bakery Truck

The Good Humor Ice Cream Truck

The Helms Bakery Truck and the Good Humor Ice Cream Truck, two icons from my childhood. Simple times, good times! I'm kind of sorry today's generation of children never got to experience life the way it used to be. Maybe it is that way with every generation. 

We did not have cell phones and computers, but we did have comic books, and we did play outside: hide and seek, tag, dodgeball and we had the Good Humor Ice Cream Trucks and the Helms Bakery Truck.