I lot of memories come back when looking at these pictures
of our home in Orange County. We got there in 1958. My mother lasted until 2007. She now lives in Wildomar.
But, those were the days for us. I remember my brother used to wake me up with a wet towel in my face. I tended
to oversleep. I was rarely late for school though. And, I never missed a day in junior high school. But, I missed
one day in high school. I guess I'd have to say that we weren't very good neighbors. We had very little to do
with the neighbors. That was to our detriment. I would have liked to have participated in the "garage bands" and the
local culture. To this day, I don't know why we kept to ourselves.