This picture is in the late 50's in a house we rented. Our father was with us there, at least from time to time. The details are vague. He was a military man, so was off on detail here and there much of the time; but I believe he was taking the picture here.
Last year, very close to this time, I went out to stay with my high school friend of over 40 years. We were hoping we had the where-with-all to start a business together.
I stayed in a little "shed" that her husband had built.
Little Red-Haired Girl and Stevie Weevie were there with me. Stevie was probably in the house on the bed in the room with the boy because she really liked him because he threw her ball for her, a lot. LRHG stayed close to me as usual. She doesn't care a thing about ball. Food, did you say FOOD!
At night, I would get on my computer and investigate things and watch Free Speech TV (dish 9415) or write on one of my blogs and send emails.
On the days that she worked, the Girls and I piled into the car and went all over together. They helped me look for buildings and kept my hopes and spirits up.
Saturdays, I went to the Farmer's Market with my friend. She set up her booth for Nouveau Wreath and I looked around to see what other vendors were up to; especially the sewing ladies.
We spent some time having fun too. We went to the beach and ate at the restaurant on the pier. We went to some of her favorite hot spots for businesses she like and thinks are good examples and models for our own ideas.
On the way home, the girls and I stopped at all my childhood haunts.
She rented the house on a big property that used to be a farm. The barns were rented by a local rancher and he housed some of his Mexican worker there in trailers here and there. They had farm animals too, way down on this end.
None of them spoke English, but we managed to communicate well enough.
Tony became a great friend, helping with this and that. He had a great garden of tomatoes and all kinds of things along this fence were once were also grape vines full of grapes.
Chickens ran the yard and they had a blue heeler, Bandit, who, very often wouldn't let me out of my car. I'd have to honk and get someone to help.
This is the same house as the beginning picture. I guess the stoops we jumped off of are now holding the roof of the patio up.
She would just want to drive by.
I guess I get that from her.
Sometimes I miss California.