Category: Rubberneck Avenue

The folks prided themselves on knowing what good music was; they each had strong musical ability. My dad had sung…

Unfortunately, a little sister was the last thing that my thirteen year Only Bro wanted “from Santa”.  My arrival changed…

Our living and dining rooms were quite lovely for the time.  The walls were “lumiere green” which is the French…

I used to sit on the front porch late at night (late for me was just after dark) and I’d…

In the fifties and sixties, we had several companies that delivered their food products to the homes on Rubberneck Avenue. …

One of the nice things about growing up in the Bay Area was living among all the different backgrounds that…

Of course not!  Mom insisted that her only son would never have etched his initials in the cement section down…

Mom was always genuine and steadfast during good and sad times; she could be relied upon, often with Daddy at…