My block is heavily planted with Jacaranda trees. In the Spring these trees quickly produce tremendous amount of purple flowers that start falling and carpet the street ( and cars parked there). They also drop a kind of sticky sap that, when it gets windy, covers everything outside with a fine sticky mist. Even though they are kind of messy, I really enjoy them. Here’s a few pictures of them in bloom on my street.
Thinking about my mom today;she was born Dec 9th 1928 and died September 21th, 1988. Since my birthday is in December as well, we’d always celebrate out birthdays at the same time. Usually this involved going out to dinner at Lawrey’s Restaurant in Los Angeles; it was her favorite. (Mine too)
Lawrey’s has since moved down the street and in it’s old spot is a new restaurant called “The Stinking Rose”. It servers garlic infused meals and is my son’s favorite place to have his birthday dinner. Funny how things work like that sometimes.
Here’s a picture of my mom on her wedding day, Dec 9th 1960 (dad was no dummy, always easier to remember one date and not two) in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Dad passed away on the 21st of October 2013 and was born the 24th of October 1929 so this week especially I think a whole lot about him. It’s difficult to find pictures of him because he was always the one behind the camera taking the pictures of all of us, but I found this one with two of his siblings: Florence and Eddie. Dad is the youngest on the left.
Here’s an old picture ( maybe late 1960’s early 1970’s?) at Uncle Bob and Aunt Loraine Knickerbocker’s house in Minnesota. I’m the kid in the plaid shorts on the left, Uncle Dude is sitting in the chair surrounded by kids. Are YOU in this picture? Which one are you?
An old photo of 18 1/2 Island Ave with just a bit of snow on the ground.
I guess there’s something called National Sibling Day and it’s today. Here’s a picture of my brother Bill in the arms of his Aunt Mildred(Snookie) with me and my way cool submarine in front of Aunt Luella and Uncle Russ’s house. He sure was a small guy then. He may, though, weigh the same now as he did then.
My father was a WWII veteran like most men of his age. Since he wasn’t going to be buried in a military cemetery the Veterans Administration was kind enough to send a little folded flag ornament for his marker. I’d has this for quite some time and was able to epoxy it this afternoon.