Wednesday, June 3, 2009

My Hometown

This is what our town looked like in the 1940s. That's Highway 101, called First Street, cutting right through the center of town, and at the time, it was the main link between San Diego and Los Angeles. Town was small enough that we didn't have a stop light until the 1960s. And small enough that the merchants in every store knew you, your parents, your grandparents, all your aunts and uncles, on both sides. There are still four generations of us here.

My mom's parents owned the hardware store under the striped awning on the right, and my dad, once he got home from being stationed in the Marshall and Solomon Islands during World War II, was the telegrapher at the train station, just a half block to the east.

That tall Norfolk pine tree in the distance was the tallest outdoor Christmas tree on the West Coast. The firemen used to bring their ladder truck over to put the lighted star on top and it was tall enough to be seen from all over town. Much to the dismay of many, it was unceremoniously felled in the 1960s, to make way for more parking.

1 comment:

High Desert Diva said...

Wow. This sounds so much like the history of the little town (Silverton) I recently moved from.....