Friday, July 30, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
This is one of my very favorite photos taken locally. This is from the cemetery across the road from us. It was taken in early June, and there was snow on Bear Mountain. It's highly unusual to see snow this time of year. We had an unseasonably cool spring, early summer. Loved it!!!
Monday, July 19, 2010
You all know how Linda loves visiting cemeteries? Well, I do too, and have always enjoyed reading her posts, not just for the history but for the "spooky" element she so deliciously provides - orbs and all! These photos are of an old Kern County cemetery that sits on the banks of Lake Isabella. The picture I took of the guy fishing was taken from this cemetery. (See 3rd photo down)
The oldest headstone is a lot newer than the ones Linda visits but is one of the oldest here. The thing that really contrasts between this one and the ones back east is the earth - here, it's as hard as a rock and dry as a bone. Although cemeteries are not places in which you want to hold festivities, this one is so forlorn looking. The solitary bare stakes that are holding the place of those unknown souls give no testimony as to who is forever laid beneath them. The contrast between these and the ornately carved headstones is great. Makes me wonder about the folks who inhabit these graves. It just may be the the unmarked graves hold the remains of people who were of better character than those who fared better as far as markers go......
(While Mr. Lambert's headstone is relatively new, the description says so much about this area.)
Saturday, July 17, 2010
This is where I spent a good deal of time..."The Inspiration House," my family's store at Knott's Berry Farm. If you headed left, you'd wind up at the Indian Village; if you turned right, you'd stumble right into the "Little Chapel on the Lake," and on to Ghost Town. We had really good foot traffic, and if you stood at the right spot at the counter, you could catch sight of the people coming and going over the bridge.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
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Tuesday, July 06, 2010
2. My dad's college photo, circa 1938 3. Circa 1962
My folks had one of those marriages that no one believes. They never argued or quarreled. I never once heard their voices raised in anger - at each other. I caught it more than once...deservedly!
The bottom photo reminds me of the time my mom was taking down some wallpaper in this room. She sat down on the floor and started crying. I asked her what had happened, and she pointed to the wall and said, "Look!"
There it was, in painted one foot letters and spelling out "I love you, Mums!" They'd been clowning when they put up the wallpaper, and she'd forgotten all about it. It was like a living love letter for her. My dad was a darling when it came to birthdays and Christmas, but he was not outwardly romantic. He called her "Mums" to get her goat. I can't remember any pet names between them, but I never called them "Mom and Dad."
We had a ceramics business on our property and the women that worked there obviously addressed them by their first names, so I thought I'd do the same. One of my teachers once called them in for a meeting and raked them over the coals for not teaching me to respect them by using their names and not titles. They very quickly let her know that she was not going to meddle in the raising of their child.
Most folks couldn't get past this and several of my friends teased me and told me I was adopted! Believe it or not, I respected them more than a lot of kids who dutifully used the proper title for their parents....
During WWII, my dad was in the FBI, stationed on the east coast. Actually, he started out as a secretary in the L.A. office. That sounds so strange now, but men were secretaries back in the dark ages! That was also before anyone knew that J. Edgar favored red dresses in his spare time. We have several hand-signed letters from Hoover, just standard stuff, but interesting none the less.
Being stuck on the east coast (family was all in CA), my mom took chef's courses. That's one of the reasons I've had a weight problem all of my life! Everything we ate was covered in sauce, whether it was Lobster Newburg or Thermadore, crepes of all kinds, Eggs Benedict and desserts to die for! That's one thing I really miss, her cooking. (She passed away in '92 at 75. She found out she had cancer and was gone in three weeks. She was so fiercly independent that it was a blessing.)
They had a couple of businesses until they decided to open a business at Knott's. It was an obvious choice: My aunt worked in the office; my grandmother operated the nursery and flower shop; my mom's other sister owned and operated another shop.
More about Knott's to come!