Monday, August 13, 2012
There was also an old feed store building to the left of this picture. I vaguely think we may have sold some feed and hay, but I'm not sure. This was close to the end of HiPass' life span - not sure when it was removed from the map. In the early 20th century, it was a popular get away for people from El Centro where it was extremely hot. With the advent of Air Conditioning in the late 1940's and early 1950's it became economically unfeasable. It was a fun place to live though. I loved the horned toads and even the lizards. I remember coming upon an at least a 4ft long Rattlesnake sunning itself on a wood pile next to the feed store. That scared me. I walked away and went to my Mother who told me to go to my Dad. He was working on the pump up the road and I ran. I remember my legs quivering after that adrenaline run. Think the snake crawled under the building - he was gone by the time my Dad got there.
There were lots of life lessons for me to learn in this location. Our school house was a one room school - one classroom at least - with 11 students. Our teacher was a widow who had been forced to retire from LaMesa Spring Valley district because of her age. I think she was 65 yrs. I liked her a lot. I was the only student in 4th grade.
We had tenants in some of our cabins. I remember one woman who I seem to remember helping to teach me to sew. She was older, on assistance or Social Security, and an alcoholic. The man I remember was also those three things. It was my first exposure to Alcoholism.
There was an Indian Reservation fairly close to our town and we had one Indian boy in my school. Think he was in 7th or 8th grade. I remember my mother trying to encourage him to stay in school and think she even attempted to get him an interview with the artist Donal Hord, because he was an excellent artist.
The Indians often tried to buy Alcohol. It was against the law at that time, and there were quite a few car accidents and sometimes they would be under the influence when they came in the store.
My parents put the property back on the market the next year. I returned to Bostonia Elementary for 5th Grade. My Dad had to commute for several months, before the property sold. Mom and I returned to our home on Hwy 80. We had rented it out. I remember some of Mom's things that were stored there walked off with the tenants. At least they didn't trash the place.
Sharing Memories: My First Home
I remember my first home fondly. Actually it was technically my second home. My parents purchased the house on nine acres before I was born, but it needed a lot of work. So I was told we continued to live in a house on 35th St in San Diego for six weeks after I was born.
This is the view from the Hwy 80 side. I believe that Interstate 8 Westbound lane probably goes straight through this house location. I remember this front porch as being solid concrete. This photo looks like wood - so that must have been part of the renovations. My parents bedrrom and the bathroom were in the end facing us. My bedroom was next to it and I had to go through their room to the bathroom. There are two doors onto the porch - one behind the tree opened into the living room and the one behind the first porch support opened into my parents bedroom.
This view is looking east. The living room was a large room in the front part of the house. I don't remember a porch on this side of the house. It was all enclosed and the kitchen was in the back adjoining the living room. I do remember the front being elevated like that and it was used for some storage.
This view is looking southwest towards the back of the house. That looks like a wood stove exhaust pipe, but I don't remember a wood stove. I believe a cement slab was added along the left portion of the building and it was screened in. There was a door from the kitchen (about where the window was) which entered the screened porch. There was a hillside not too far back. They built a lath house most of the length of the left side of the house. Had a fish pond at the east end of the lath house. Off to the right and back a couple of 100 ft we had a chicken house.
This is the way I remember our home. I would guess this was taken about 1947. You can see our water tank up the hill directly behind the right side of the home. The small building to the right was my Brother's Bedroom. No bathroom. John was 13 years older than me and he joined the Navy at 18 years old, so he was gone from home by the time I was six years old.
This is a shot of a Google earth map of where our home was. The blue line is supposed to represent our property line, but is probably way off. The cut out in the bottom left was a one acre parcel we didn't own. So... it was probably smaller and the whole thing may not have been quite that wide. We owned 9 acres and it really did look like an upside down Utah.
Found another picture of a home I lived in, but that will be for another day.