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Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Aladdin's Nursery
Aladin's Nursery is a place my father frequented for his roses. I was very young then about 4 or 5, it was the early sixties. I remember it being somewhat dark and shady inside, the sound of fountains filling the air. And also the smell of mulch and wet dirt. It was a bit of a wonderland for me. Like my own private little jungle. I was free to explore while Dad shopped. I ran and jumped and put my fingers in all the fountains. It was a place I loved to go with Dad and looked forward to the roses every year.
Aladin's Nursery is a place my father frequented for his roses. I was very young then about 4 or 5, it was the early sixties. I remember it being somewhat dark and shady inside, the sound of fountains filling the air. And also the smell of mulch and wet dirt. It was a bit of a wonderland for me. Like my own private little jungle. I was free to explore while Dad shopped. I ran and jumped and put my fingers in all the fountains. It was a place I loved to go with Dad and looked forward to the roses every year.
Sunday, April 28, 2019
The Five Mile House and a Big Red Pegasus Horse....
When I was very little, say about 4 or 5, Hames road did not go through to Freedom Blvd. So we drove around to the Five Mile House, when coming from the Santa Cruz side. A left onto Corallitos road and we were home in minutes. The Five Mile House at the time was a gas station. I believe it was a Texaco, complete with a large Red flying Pegasus Horse on the north side. At night with a spotlight, it was very dramatic. For me, I always new I was minutes from home when I saw it. Coming from the old Skyview Drivein movie in back seat of Dad's Studibaker. We were covered with woolen Pullman blankets my Dad had saved from his Railroad job. It was maybe 1958 or 60. I wish I had a picture of it at night. I always sat up on those big bench seats when the Five Mile House came into view. Now when I come home at night, I secretly wish to see a Big Red Pegasus Horse flying by at Corralitos Road and Freedom Blvd.
When I was very little, say about 4 or 5, Hames road did not go through to Freedom Blvd. So we drove around to the Five Mile House, when coming from the Santa Cruz side. A left onto Corallitos road and we were home in minutes. The Five Mile House at the time was a gas station. I believe it was a Texaco, complete with a large Red flying Pegasus Horse on the north side. At night with a spotlight, it was very dramatic. For me, I always new I was minutes from home when I saw it. Coming from the old Skyview Drivein movie in back seat of Dad's Studibaker. We were covered with woolen Pullman blankets my Dad had saved from his Railroad job. It was maybe 1958 or 60. I wish I had a picture of it at night. I always sat up on those big bench seats when the Five Mile House came into view. Now when I come home at night, I secretly wish to see a Big Red Pegasus Horse flying by at Corralitos Road and Freedom Blvd.
Sunday, October 7, 2018
Proud Provider....
My Dad at that time wanted to buy my Mom all the latest appliances. From Ford's Department store right to Corralitos. We were the first on our block to have a dishwasher and the first to have an actual Sterreo as well. Neighbors would stop by to see the new appliances as my Dad performed a demonstration. We learned to load the dishes and hook the hose to the sink. It was a very big deal and neighbors were delighted when he pressed the on button and the thing roared to life. The Sterreo came with a record that showed how it distributed sound. Everyone would oh and ah, as they heard the sound of baby chicks go from one side of our living room to the other. Every week he bought a new record. From classicle and jazz, to light opera and folk. 1 Blake was filled every afternoon with music from every where. My parents wanted to fill our lives with what they hadn't had. Both of them coming from broken homes during the depression. My Dad flourished in his rail road job. Although He didn't even have a High School deploma, he was able to move up and provide fairly well for us. My Mother had two Sisters in San Francisco, so she regularly visited them. So of course She packed us off to the Museums, Tea Gardens, Macy's and the Zoo on a regular basis. And every summer my Aunts packed up my Cousins for summers in Corralitos.
My Dad at that time wanted to buy my Mom all the latest appliances. From Ford's Department store right to Corralitos. We were the first on our block to have a dishwasher and the first to have an actual Sterreo as well. Neighbors would stop by to see the new appliances as my Dad performed a demonstration. We learned to load the dishes and hook the hose to the sink. It was a very big deal and neighbors were delighted when he pressed the on button and the thing roared to life. The Sterreo came with a record that showed how it distributed sound. Everyone would oh and ah, as they heard the sound of baby chicks go from one side of our living room to the other. Every week he bought a new record. From classicle and jazz, to light opera and folk. 1 Blake was filled every afternoon with music from every where. My parents wanted to fill our lives with what they hadn't had. Both of them coming from broken homes during the depression. My Dad flourished in his rail road job. Although He didn't even have a High School deploma, he was able to move up and provide fairly well for us. My Mother had two Sisters in San Francisco, so she regularly visited them. So of course She packed us off to the Museums, Tea Gardens, Macy's and the Zoo on a regular basis. And every summer my Aunts packed up my Cousins for summers in Corralitos.
Sunday, May 27, 2018
The Chistmass Pageant 1960.
The Grange Hall in Corralitos was used for the School Christmass Pageant and many other School events in the late 50's and early 60's. I remember a cold fall night when I was 5. All dressed up in my Angel outfit with wings and a somewhat askew Halo. The Grange was glowing in Christmass lights and decorations. It smelled of evergreen and hot cinnamon cider. Childern ran in and out into the darkness hooting with delight. The old boards creaked beneath our feet and and the sound system crackeled. I remember us waiting for our cue in a large group on the porch while our teacher hushed us in the darkness. We filed in thru the crowd of patents. I vaguely remember a boy angel being hoisted into the painted clouds by a somewhat nosey pulley and the parents cheering. Latter I got lost in the crowd and an old man and his wife picked me up and gave me ribbon candy untill my Dad came into view and I fell into his arms. I remember putting my face into his neck as he tried to dry my tears. His whiskers prickled my face and he smelled of Old Spice. I slept in my Moms lap in the old Studibaker as my Dad drove us back down to 1 Blake. Last week I went by the old building and saw it was still in use and in good repair. I stopped and went in during a senior event. The boards still creaked beneath my feet and a faint smell of evergreen filled my memory. Thank you Corralitos for saving it.
My Sister Gretchen tells me that my Dad, Bob Briley, built a Manger for Corralitos School in the late Fifties that was used then and for a number of Christmass pagents the School had at that time.
The Grange Hall in Corralitos was used for the School Christmass Pageant and many other School events in the late 50's and early 60's. I remember a cold fall night when I was 5. All dressed up in my Angel outfit with wings and a somewhat askew Halo. The Grange was glowing in Christmass lights and decorations. It smelled of evergreen and hot cinnamon cider. Childern ran in and out into the darkness hooting with delight. The old boards creaked beneath our feet and and the sound system crackeled. I remember us waiting for our cue in a large group on the porch while our teacher hushed us in the darkness. We filed in thru the crowd of patents. I vaguely remember a boy angel being hoisted into the painted clouds by a somewhat nosey pulley and the parents cheering. Latter I got lost in the crowd and an old man and his wife picked me up and gave me ribbon candy untill my Dad came into view and I fell into his arms. I remember putting my face into his neck as he tried to dry my tears. His whiskers prickled my face and he smelled of Old Spice. I slept in my Moms lap in the old Studibaker as my Dad drove us back down to 1 Blake. Last week I went by the old building and saw it was still in use and in good repair. I stopped and went in during a senior event. The boards still creaked beneath my feet and a faint smell of evergreen filled my memory. Thank you Corralitos for saving it.
My Sister Gretchen tells me that my Dad, Bob Briley, built a Manger for Corralitos School in the late Fifties that was used then and for a number of Christmass pagents the School had at that time.
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