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Saturday, February 25, 2012

Greg & Georgann, Santa Ana, CA, 1955


All three photos were taken at the same time, in front of the house on South Broadway in Santa Ana, CA. The bottom one was annotated on the back, 1955. I have not yet found any photos taken in 1954, the year mom went back to White Cloud, Kansas, for her father's funeral service. This photo was the first which indicated we still lived in Santa Ana and had not yet moved to Whittier, as we soon would.

It was a couple of years before this, I would hope; but we have a negligent mother story to tell involving our mom. She was giving us a bath one day when the phone rang. She left us to answer the call and became so involved with the conversation on the phone that the two of us became bored, waiting for her to return. We soon slipped out of the tub, sneaked out the front door, hiked around the corner, and began playing in the yard with our friends who lived in a large, old home there. Unfortunately, given that we were very young and unconcerned about such worldly issues, we were totally naked as we played in the dirt. We neglected to get dressed before we took off. When mom finally got off the phone and went back to the bathroom to resume our bath, she got another call, this one from our friends' mom, calling to inform her as to where we were, in case she wondered, and to point out our lack of clothing for all the world to see. In the current era, mom might have been reported to the police and subsequently arrested. Back then she simply retrieved us, bathed us again, and got us dressed, probably mortified at the incident.


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