Yes, everyone wore swim caps. It was supposed to keep your hair dry, I guess, but it didn't work!
The last picture is Cleve sticking out his tongue (debonair as Ann says), Gloria in the middle, Margie and Janet Kuerth - and not sure about the little girl on the right. Maybe Judy?
I'm also thinking it is Judy in the lower picture. I think these were all in 1952 when Gridley had a flooding rainstorm and we played in the flooded yard. Picture #2 is in the backyard of the home east of the Wilbur Boise home where we lived in the garage for quite awhile. And, yes, it was a rule back then that all girls had to wear white swimming caps at all the public pools. Apparently these girls' moms made them wear them, too, while playing with the hose!
Yes, we 4 (Dad, Mom, Gloria & I) lived in a true garage on 7th Street in Gridley comprised mainly of a bed, bunk beds, and a tiny kitchen. The storm/flood of 1952 literally blew the garage-home off its foundation by about 4 inches --with us all in it and with Gloria & I under our bunks. Dad then bought the Gridley 2-story "town hall" building downtown near the grain elevator for, I believe, $400 and had it moved (hauled) down Main Street next to the "garage". The town-hall building was then remodeled, including 2 dormers, windows, & a little porch and became a nice "new" home for us. The garage then was converted into a true garage. This is all documented, with photos, on p.172 of Dad's book A TALE THAT IS TOLD. Take a look!!! The 2 buildings are all still there yet today, looking pretty good.
And the 3rd photo was probably 1953, not 1952, as Judy would have then been old enough to walk!
I remember that garage and I loved it when you lived there because we could just run up and down the alley to get to each others house. Was Marty born while you lived there? I also loved the "big" house when it was all finished. You had posters of cars all over your bedroom walls, right, Cleve? And you could identify any car that was on the road. Can you still do that?
Well, Cleve, I guess if it's in your dad's book I should have remembered it - because I read it more than once. Guess your "When I was your age" Gridley story ranks right up there with how far our dad had to walk to school in the snow. However, with him, the IMPRESSION given was that it was miles and miles, until we got old enough to figure out just how far it was. . .
And now we tell our grandkids, "And we didn't have video games, Google, Facebook, emails, cell phones, or popcorn to pop in our non-existent microwaves!" Life was good if we could play in the water of the backyard hose!
One of Mark's classic lines when he was in jr. high at supper one night after listening to Dad tell stories of his youth for awhile is, "Dad, the older you get, the harder you worked when you were younger."
You can imagine how much harder he worked some 30+ years later!!!
1. Ada, you are correct. I had magazine ad posters of the modern cars scotch-taped all over my bedroom walls. Dad wondered if I'd be able to recognize them on the street. And, to his surprise, I could. 2. Today, I cannot. They all seem to look alike, especially the newer cars. 3. Ann, p. 172 in Dad's book shows pictures of the garage and the eventual remodeled town-hall and how he had it moved 6 blocks down Main Street, etc., but his book does not mention the story behind it all. He should have described the whole story, because it is very unique and interesting. 4. Crystal: Ya, I guess I did look a little like grandson Carter. I think I was sick of hanging around all those girls and couldn't resist sticking my tongue out!
A note from the time of old: Cleve was a wonderful little fielder of ground balls, and turned into a good shortstop. We played catch endlessly, nearly. His living up the alley from our home made it more convenient to play catch together -- a nice bonus for me!
The moving of the old city hall from that site onto 7th street just east of the Boies home was quite an event, and it was made into a beautiful home.
One time in P. E., I broke my wrist. After Doc Helm attended to it, I had to go up there because my Mother was gone. I rested on a couch in the living room until Mother came to get me.
All I remember about that house, and it is, I think, my very first memory, is the stairway. I was coming down the stairs. Probably with my thumb in my mouth. I have always had the vague feeling that I wasn't supposed to be there...probably I had snuck out of bed, because I wasn't a good sleeper, even as a toddler.
The previous comment brought on more memories... I always refused to take naps, and could never fall asleep, but Mom would make me lay on the bed, at least. I remember being on my bed in La Grange Park, not sleeping, trying to suck off the stinky, bad-tasting liquid Mom had put on my thumb to try to stop me from sucking it. Mom was across the hall sitting on the side of the bathtub, puking and crying. I didn't understand then, but I'm sure now that it was another baby on the way.
Well, Judy - I see you're up early this morning also!! Hate it when I wake up this early. I was a thumb sucker who also sucked that yucky stuff right off!! It was when I accidentally had my thumb in my mouth when some classmate made fun of me. I pulled my thumb out and never sucked it again!
Interesting memories of that house! One of mine includes looking out the rear window with mom, Gloria, etc. watching Uncle Perry hoe his potatoes. As I recall, he was in 4-H with potatoes as his main project. The funny part was watching him hoe for a minute, then he would stand and take a 1 minute break, over and over. Maybe Uncle Perry can confirm this, at least in good humor.
Interesting memories of that house! One of mine includes looking out the rear window with mom, Gloria, etc. watching Uncle Perry hoe his potatoes. As I recall, he was in 4-H with potatoes as his main project. The funny part was watching him hoe for a minute, then he would stand and take a 1 minute break, over and over. Maybe Uncle Perry can confirm this, at least in good humor.
I don't remember hoeing potatoes, but I remember having them as a "project" for the Gridley Golden Banner 4-H club. I joined the club to play on their softball team, and had to have a project. I showed them at the County Fair!
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Back in those days didn't every well-dressed young girl wear a swim cap? :-)
Enjoyed the pics. Cleve was a debonair young man from all appearances.
Yes, everyone wore swim caps. It was supposed to keep your hair dry, I guess, but it didn't work!
The last picture is Cleve sticking out his tongue (debonair as Ann says), Gloria in the middle, Margie and Janet Kuerth - and not sure about the little girl on the right. Maybe Judy?
I'm also thinking it is Judy in the lower picture. I think these were all in 1952 when Gridley had a flooding rainstorm and we played in the flooded yard. Picture #2 is in the backyard of the home east of the Wilbur Boise home where we lived in the garage for quite awhile. And, yes, it was a rule back then that all girls had to wear white swimming caps at all the public pools. Apparently these girls' moms made them wear them, too, while playing with the hose!
Cleve - what do you mean you lived in the garage? Just curious.
Yes, we 4 (Dad, Mom, Gloria & I) lived in a true garage on 7th Street in Gridley comprised mainly of a bed, bunk beds, and a tiny kitchen. The storm/flood of 1952 literally blew the garage-home off its foundation by about 4 inches --with us all in it and with Gloria & I under our bunks. Dad then bought the Gridley 2-story "town hall" building downtown near the grain elevator for, I believe, $400 and had it moved (hauled) down Main Street next to the "garage". The town-hall building was then remodeled, including 2 dormers, windows, & a little porch and became a nice "new" home for us. The garage then was converted into a true garage. This is all documented, with photos, on p.172 of Dad's book A TALE THAT IS TOLD. Take a look!!!
The 2 buildings are all still there yet today, looking pretty good.
And the 3rd photo was probably
1953, not 1952, as Judy would have then been old enough to walk!
I remember that garage and I loved it when you lived there because we could just run up and down the alley to get to each others house. Was Marty born while you lived there? I also loved the "big" house when it was all finished. You had posters of cars all over your bedroom walls, right, Cleve? And you could identify any car that was on the road. Can you still do that?
Dad, who do you look like, especially when sticking your tongue out?? Your grandson Carter!
Do you have any idea how many times while growing up I heard my dad say "That's nothing! When I was your age I lived in a garage!" :)
Crystal, that is funny!
I wish there were "Like" buttons on here like facebook.
Well, Cleve, I guess if it's in your dad's book I should have remembered it - because I read it more than once. Guess your "When I was your age" Gridley story ranks right up there with how far our dad had to walk to school in the snow. However, with him, the IMPRESSION given was that it was miles and miles, until we got old enough to figure out just how far it was. . .
And now we tell our grandkids, "And we didn't have video games, Google, Facebook, emails, cell phones, or popcorn to pop in our non-existent microwaves!" Life was good if we could play in the water of the backyard hose!
One of Mark's classic lines when he was in jr. high at supper one night after listening to Dad tell stories of his youth for awhile is, "Dad, the older you get, the harder you worked when you were younger."
You can imagine how much harder he worked some 30+ years later!!!
1. Ada, you are correct. I had magazine ad posters of the modern cars scotch-taped all over my bedroom walls. Dad wondered if I'd be able to recognize them on the street. And, to his surprise, I could.
2. Today, I cannot. They all seem to look alike, especially the newer cars.
3. Ann, p. 172 in Dad's book shows pictures of the garage and the eventual remodeled town-hall and how he had it moved 6 blocks down Main Street, etc., but his book does not mention the story behind it all. He should have described the whole story, because it is very unique and interesting.
4. Crystal: Ya, I guess I did look a little like grandson Carter. I think I was sick of hanging around all those girls and couldn't resist sticking my tongue out!
A note from the time of old: Cleve was a wonderful little fielder of ground balls, and turned into a good shortstop. We played catch endlessly, nearly. His living up the alley from our home made it more convenient to play catch together -- a nice bonus for me!
The moving of the old city hall from that site onto 7th street just east of the Boies home was quite an event, and it was made into a beautiful home.
One time in P. E., I broke my wrist. After Doc Helm attended to it, I had to go up there because my Mother was gone. I rested on a couch in the living room until Mother came to get me.
All I remember about that house, and it is, I think, my very first memory, is the stairway. I was coming down the stairs. Probably with my thumb in my mouth. I have always had the vague feeling that I wasn't supposed to be there...probably I had snuck out of bed, because I wasn't a good sleeper, even as a toddler.
The previous comment brought on more memories...
I always refused to take naps, and could never fall asleep, but Mom would make me lay on the bed, at least. I remember being on my bed in La Grange Park, not sleeping, trying to suck off the stinky, bad-tasting liquid Mom had put on my thumb to try to stop me from sucking it. Mom was across the hall sitting on the side of the bathtub, puking and crying. I didn't understand then, but I'm sure now that it was another baby on the way.
Well, Judy - I see you're up early this morning also!! Hate it when I wake up this early. I was a thumb sucker who also sucked that yucky stuff right off!! It was when I accidentally had my thumb in my mouth when some classmate made fun of me. I pulled my thumb out and never sucked it again!
Interesting memories of that house!
One of mine includes looking out the rear window with mom, Gloria, etc. watching Uncle Perry hoe his potatoes. As I recall, he was in
4-H with potatoes as his main project. The funny part was watching him hoe for a minute, then he would stand and take a 1 minute break, over and over. Maybe Uncle Perry can confirm this, at least in good humor.
Interesting memories of that house!
One of mine includes looking out the rear window with mom, Gloria, etc. watching Uncle Perry hoe his potatoes. As I recall, he was in
4-H with potatoes as his main project. The funny part was watching him hoe for a minute, then he would stand and take a 1 minute break, over and over. Maybe Uncle Perry can confirm this, at least in good humor.
I don't remember hoeing potatoes, but I remember having them as a "project" for the Gridley Golden Banner 4-H club. I joined the club to play on their softball team, and had to have a project. I showed them at the County Fair!
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