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While on a recent trip to L.A. I took the family on a tour of my old stomp'n grounds. One thing that has always been characteristic of L.A. (for me anyways) is when you leave there and go back 5 years later you don't recognize where you are. But you don't notice the changes when you live there. Strange, but don't ask me to explain it any better than that. If it weren't for recollecting the major cross streets I'd be totally lost. I was born in Redondo Beach and raised in the local proximity. We always has the South Bay, or the Long Beach & Vicinity phone books. Off and on, I lived in Vetura for a couple years at a time. I was in my late twenties when I left there, and haven't been back since, except for some short overnighters. All the places where I used to ride mini bikes and motorcycles ain't there no more. It's all big city now. Not one grain of vacant sand. Kinda sad in a way. My kids were on the edge of their seat while I cruised around pointing out different places that brought back memories of my growing pains while mom was giving me the look ("not in front of the kids") :blush: We had a pretty good time while waiting for the rush hour traffic to die down so we could hit the freeway to home. About a 4 hour drive.
One of the things my kids took special interest in, and I found somewhat amazeing, is the house where we lived when I was born. My mom & dad had this house custom built for $17k in the 50's and I've been told that it was the third house built in a brand new houseing trac. There were no neighbors when mom, dad, older sister and brother moved into this 3 BR 1 BA house. I remember the house pretty well and the houses up and down the street where we played with our friends in the street and in different yards. Today the whole street has a different look. All the houses I remember have been replaced or remodeled. They are all two story mansions or two story multiple dwellings. All the driveways are full, and all the parking on the street is took up. But there still sets our little house, looking kinda dwarfed, pretty much the same as I remembered it. Basically untouched, except for a few bushes and a little fence out front, and seeming a lot smaller than it was when I was a little kid. My daughter took this picture from the back seat of our minivan. I wonder who owns it and how much it's worth today?
I forgot what it was that I wanted to share. I'm just feeling kinda fortunate to have shared this history with my kids. I'm realizing kids need and want roots. I should start work'n on that.
One of the things my kids took special interest in, and I found somewhat amazeing, is the house where we lived when I was born. My mom & dad had this house custom built for $17k in the 50's and I've been told that it was the third house built in a brand new houseing trac. There were no neighbors when mom, dad, older sister and brother moved into this 3 BR 1 BA house. I remember the house pretty well and the houses up and down the street where we played with our friends in the street and in different yards. Today the whole street has a different look. All the houses I remember have been replaced or remodeled. They are all two story mansions or two story multiple dwellings. All the driveways are full, and all the parking on the street is took up. But there still sets our little house, looking kinda dwarfed, pretty much the same as I remembered it. Basically untouched, except for a few bushes and a little fence out front, and seeming a lot smaller than it was when I was a little kid. My daughter took this picture from the back seat of our minivan. I wonder who owns it and how much it's worth today?
I forgot what it was that I wanted to share. I'm just feeling kinda fortunate to have shared this history with my kids. I'm realizing kids need and want roots. I should start work'n on that.
