Rich & Jerry with Santa (Paul)
Though I was a very grown up 11 years old, I still considered Santa Claus to be an annual visitor and attributed global travel via sleigh and travel down chimneys to be just further proof of Santa’s magical powers.
In 1958, I had decided I wanted to become a photographer and make my fortune taking pictures in exotic places like my father’s cousin, Walter Dean. So, much of my birthday and Christmas centered around a Brownie Starflash Camera and numerous darkroom gadgets and supplies.
Although we didn’t know it, we were spending our last Christmas in the small rental house at 130 East 214th Street in Carson, California. Jerry and I were in the Cub Scouts while mom was our Den Mother and Dad brought home the bacon. Mrs. Justice, my 5th grade teacher, read to the class every day and I was a very poor student of the clarinet, a competent fisherman and I devoured books.
Life was good in our little corner of the world and I just assumed that the comfort here would remain forever. We had no unfilled needs and little in the way of additional wants.
Love the new post! Great Christmas photos from yesteryear! MR
Thank you. Stay tuned for more as I scan in hundreds of slides from the 50’s and 60’s.