Random Pictures

Upper Left:  A picture of my cousin Linda Everett at her wedding to Dennis Parish in 1965.  I've kind of lost track of them.  The last I heard I think they were living in Fresno.  Linda was the sister is Allyn Everett.
Upper Right:  On the side the picture is dated July, 1968.  I played the part of the Rainmaker, one of my favorite plays and favorite roles.  It was in a very, very tiny little theatre, maybe in, not sure where.  In total, maybe 50 people came to the play.  Now that I think about it, I think maybe the theater was in San Gabriel.
Middle Left:  I taught school in Hympom, California, I think for 2 or 3 years.  When I was there, it was a thriving lumber town with two operating mills.  This is a scene from those days.  It is actually a postcard.  After I left, the mills burned down and were never rebuilt.  Hyampom reverted to a very sleepy little village.
Middle Right:  Probably my high school picture.
Bottom:  Now this is an interesting picture.  It says Christmas, 1951.  It was in Nana's house.  Looking at the house now, it was a very tiny house, but then I thought it was a mansion.  My Father never really fit in with my Mother's family.  He was from the other side of town, but Mennonite side. Mother's family had come from Colorado where they were mostly Mormons.  Anyway, in this picture you see, Aunt Ethel, Nana's sister, Aunt Maude with her back to us, a large imposing woman.  She never married and I think she lived with Nana almost all her life.  Sitting at the table are my Mother and Father.  In the background, you can barely see a figure in the other room on the left.  This was Nana I'm sure working over the sink on Christmas dinner.  I can't even tell you how Nana scared me. Once, I went into the bathroom to wash my hands as instructed.  After I left, Nana found the bar of soap I had used and I had left dirty without cleaning the dirt of the soap.  You would have thought I had shot somebody the trouble I got into for that one.  Speaking of Christmas at Nana's, the gifts I got were books.  Books for God's sake!  Who wanted books!  I wanted toys, but at this house I got books.  The only books I remember were the Jungle Books by Kipling I think.  I think I still have that two-book set.  I never read it and I'm afraid it will not happen before I leave.  Books!  The other gift I remember at these Christmas times at Nana's, came from Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Glenn.  (Aunt Phyllis another sister of Nana's.)  They were the rich ones of this family.  When they came from Colorado, the bought a 60 acre farm and made a killing during the was in Turkeys, oranges and Olives.  Anyway, they were the ones who bought a beautiful home in Pebble Beach on the 17 Mile drive.  Their gift was always the same.  The gave each family a box of shelled walnuts.  Every farm in that area had a few walnut trees and they shelled them themselves I'm sure.  Rich people have funny, but effective ways of not spending their money so they can get richer.  But, they were nice people.  Aunt Phyllis was a pianist and taught Mother in her early years.  That is where Mother got her start on the piano.  Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Glenn's rance was in a small town near Reedley called Orange Cove.  I could go on, but I think I'll end it here.