Category Archives: Lessons

     When I was 8 my parents gave me a big bicycle, except my birthday is in January and there was always snow on the ground then in New York, so I didn’t acquire my new bike till April. It … Continue reading →

     When I was almost 8, Dad brought the Austin Healey home. Of course he purchased it, but it was as if he acquired a pet for the family, introducing us to it and giving it time to acclimate (he … Continue reading →

     When I was not yet 4 years old, my parents bought their first house and we came from Levittown, NY to Glen Cove. We moved into a brand-new, single level, three-bedroom two-bath home, near the bent end of a … Continue reading →

     When I was 7½, I had my best family vacation. There were later good and memorable trips, like to Lake Arrowhead where I remember rising early with Steve and fishing with American cheese for bait, or the time we … Continue reading →

   When I was around 7, my mother attempted to wash my mouth out with soap. It was wintertime, and we lived then in New York. Later that day I knew we were due to see the doctor for (yuck) … Continue reading →

   When I was 1 to 3, we lived in Levittown, NY. That’s the site of my earliest memories. I didn’t know till I was an adult that the two Levittowns (New York and Pennsylvania) were the first tract home suburban … Continue reading →

Although I don’t get many comments posted in this blog, I do receive some feedback. Here are additional words about two subjects. Regarding horses and girls (Riding – September 21), my friend Geri avers that, for her, the power of … Continue reading →

   When I was nearly 9 we moved into our new Cinderella Home in Chula Vista. I had no idea then or now why that name was chosen, unless it was the slightly gingerbread trim on the ranch houses or the … Continue reading →

     When I was 8¾, we moved from New York to California. The New York airport was then called Idlewild. I’d been to California once before, three years earlier. Me, Steve, Mom and Dad flew out to visit Dad’s family. … Continue reading →