A Baby Bommer comes home.
In the late summer  of 1954, I was born in the old Dominican Hospital.  It still stands as an Historic Building  on Soquel and Branciforte.
I came home from  my birth to Corralitos . My Mom at the time suffered with post partum. It was kept quiet, and I was shipped down the street to number 9 Blake. Put into the care of empty nesters Evey and Butch Peterson . My memories of Her are warm and loving. I spent my weekdays in a playpen in her living room where I watched early tv. What's my line, To tell the truth and Queen for a day.
My Dad got ready for work early. Up at  5  out by 6, across the neighbors lawn, diaper bag on one shoulder and me on the other. He was 48 and had just stopped smoking,  I remember him breathing hard as he made the trek.  I think I was in her care for almost 2 years.


Check out the Old Dominican Hospital.
Branciforte Plaza on Soquel and Branciforte. .
The building is small for a hospital. It has a Mediterranean look to it. The old elevator  still functions.  It's hard to imagine a busy hospital  and even Nuns complete with Habits as nurses.  I'm so glad it was saved  from the wrecking ball.


A Habit is the clothing garment a Nun wears.

Early Recycler. 

  View of valley from front lawn.  

So many things about that house were unusual.  The big picture windows in the front were from the old Southern Pacific Depo in Watsonville. All the windows were recycled. Some were sash and others were dropped open with a short chain. He built closests into each of the bedrooms and the foundation was in fact, rail road ties he leavered under the  building.  When a local nursery closed, Dad made a deal on rose bushes and lined the front lawn with  them.  There was the brick walkway, all recycled from a Victorian torn down localy . And that  front door, an old Dutch door, was open  all summer long. I think he had every tool known to man, and his electric saw it seemed, hummed  every day.


Just a note :  Those Railroad ties he had used for a foundation were it's ultimate  demise , as the house jumped off of them during the 89 quake and had to be demolished. Thank God Mom sold it in 86.

View of from fount lawn. That's me, my Sister Gretchen and Grandma Holms.

Old Dutch door