This is the house I lived in when my Mom brought me home from the hospital after giving birth to me. My Dad was off in the Mediterranean fighting Germany and Italy on board a US Navy Destroyer, the USS Brooklyn. I did not meet my dad until I was eighteen months old. Mom and my grandparents held down the fort in the meantime. Grandma and Grandpa lived a short distance away and seemed to be in the house most of the time.
One of my earliest recollections in this house was when Mom took me and my older brother into the small hallway between the living room and the bedrooms. She stuffed blankets under the doors to block in any light as she sat on the floor reading to us, explaining that we were having a ‘blackout’ since Imperial Japanese submarines may have been spotted off the California coastline. This was in 1945, before the end of the War in the Pacific.
Verna and I drove by the old house while we were out doing stuff today. Click the thumbnail to see larger size.
