Through life's experiences I have done a lot, learned a lot and have become who I am today. Welcome to the road that led me here.
The Proposal My Mom was married and divorced before she married my Dad. She had a child from that union, my sister, Arletta Smith. Because of her past relationships with some men, which was far less than good and her own Father, who was no less than a monster, Mom did not have a lot... Continue Reading →
Early in the morning Dad’s Father George would hitch the horses up to the buggy. It was a special day for all the family, but for Dad it meant an all-day sucker. He would grow with excitement as they traveled along the dirt road to Krause’s General Store. It would take the better part of... Continue Reading →
I am going out of sequence for this family story. Seeing we just celebrated the 4th of July; I will blog about how we spent a few of our holidays in Washington during this time. From since a small child and before I could first remember, my family would pack-up the car for a summer... Continue Reading →
Red Butte School in Hazen, North Dakota was where my Dad, Albert would attend 1st through 8th grade during his childhood. It was a Consolidated School, having a Library, Stage, and a basement which was the teachers living quarters and a large room that was converted into 2 rooms by drawing a wooden curtain down... Continue Reading →
Dad’s early days In honor of Father’s Day, I will be sharing some stories for the next few weeks about my Dad. Albert was born to Lydia and George in a sod house on August 23th 1915. He was delivered with the help of a midwife, Justina who was his mother’s sister. Justine was said... Continue Reading →
My Mom was married and divorced before she married my Dad. She had a child from that union, my sister, Arletta Smith. Because of her past relationship with Arletta’s father, which was far less than good and her own Father, who was no less than a monster, Mom did not have a lot of faith... Continue Reading →
One of Lucille, my Mom’s, favorite places to hang out was in Santa Monica at theLooff’s Pier where the monumental Hippodrome building, which housed vintage merry-go-rounds, Wurlitzer organs, the Blue Streak Racer wooden roller coaster, the Whip and Aerospace thrill rides and a funhouse. Amusement piers became enormously popular in the first decades of the... Continue Reading →
My Dad spoke about the famous “Air Raid of Los Angeles,” that took place on February 24th-25th, in the year of 1942. On the 24th at 7:18 p.m. the Naval Intelligence indicated that an attack may take place in the next 10 hours in the Los Angeles area. Civilians were not aware of the alert.... Continue Reading →
Last week we touched on Lucky, Earl Patrick, my Uncle through marriage to my Aunt Onie, who is my Mom’s sister. This little story will explain why and how he earned his name Lucky Patrick. In my writing last week I told how Lucky Patrick was circling over the Pacific Ocean because he could not... Continue Reading →
Mom went out on many dates with servicemen, mostly she double dated with her sister, Edith. One of their favorite routines would be to tell the soldiers they were dating that they had to be back at 10 pm. As the soldiers brought them home the girls would wait for them to leave and 30... Continue Reading →
Road That Led Me Here 