|My childhood home in Pomona, CA|
- The Korean War/Conflict/Police Action/"The Unknown War"/"6–2–5 Upheaval"/ "Fatherland Liberation War"/"War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea" was officially announced by the U.S.
- My father finished building our house.
- I was born.
I lived in the house my father built my entire childhood through graduation from high school. Sometime in 1962-63, Dad added a master bedroom to the front of the house and my sister and I now had rooms of our own. In 1968 I moved into a place on my own. It was a large old house in Pomona, California that was broken into four apartment units. My apartment was the sun porch with 24 steps up to the outside door. I had an inside door but never used it. That was where the mailbox was located...I never got mail...why bother? It was a tiny one-bedroom, if you consider it a bedroom. My double bed fit, but the dresser had to be in the closet. When the rains came, the roof leaked and I had to move the bed out into the "living room area." Made for interesting dates... The kitchen had room for a small three-burner gas stove, a tiny table with one chair, a sink, and my 6' plastic plant, Edgar. I loved that place. Kinda funky. It was my first and last apartment.
In 1969 moved into a duplex with my spanking-new husband. In 1970 we moved into a small house in Grants Pass, Oregon, then moved to Portland in 1974. My children grew up in that small house until 1989 when we moved from the corner to the other corner. Much larger house that allowed my sons to have rooms of their own.
|The house where my mother spent her teen years in Ontario, CA|
But my oh my how times have changed! I became exhausted driving from Portland to Southern California once a month for a week to visit my mom. The cost to drive back and forth was about the same as to fly and rent a car. Doug and I discussed renting an apartment down south and staying longer at a time. The monthly cost was about the same as traveling. So, yep! I am now the proud renter of a small "junior one-bedroom" apartment in Upland, California.
|The house where my father spent his teen years in La Verne, CA|
I am making friends all around me. Ida lives across from me. Anthony lives upstairs with Rico, his pup. Rita, who is 88, lives upstairs across from Anthony. Sarah and Adam live next door to Ida. And I don't know the names of the people next door to me. I call them "the people with the mean dogs." Those two pups are fightingly nasty! Zoe and I have been taking longer walks most days which helps with her boredom the rest of the day.
And every day I drive to see Mom. She has been more often in a good mood since I have been here, although I did buy her a Snickers candy bar that said she was "Cranky" when hungry. That woman can slip from sweetness outdone into a crankypants at the snap of fingers.
Doug and I talk every day and miss one another but, except in the moment, not enough to come home early.
So our adventures continue. In an apartment. Who knew?