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Daddy taking a break from the BBQ in West Covina, California, circa 1957. Mother took the picture and you can see her shadow. West Covina was one of the new suburbs east of Los Angeles back in the nifty 50s. Dad was a decorated combat veteran from the Korean War, and used his VA benefits to buy two homes. This was the first. This was a great place. I had wonderful friends and neighbors. My folks have often said this was the best place they have ever lived. Neighbors were friendly and they socialized with each other. There was an air raid siren nearby that went off twice a month as a test. This was the height of the cold war, but what did we know. View full size.
Though disappearing, many of the Cold War-era sirens can still be seen around LA.
Here's how we do it now.
You probably would see a very different front yard today. Love to know the address. There are no more "perfect freaking lawns" in Southern California.
Cities now mandate vastly reduced lawn watering. Many once-lush yards are yellow, dying, weed-infested. Not to mention, the voracious rabbits. They can denude a yard in days.
There are some water sneaks, and the Water Police is routinely called - so 1957 is long gone in yet another way for us hereabouts.
Yet another lost art - barbecuing with an apron on.
I got a piece of the GI Bill for the Army, 1947. Got called back for Korea (1950) and got more of it. It put me through college and I decided I did love school so ended up getting a PhD and taught for some 27 years.
It looks like a golf course. 50 years later with all these advancements and I still can't get my lawn to look like that. But then that pic is in California.
Dad's got that Buchanan squint going, doesn't he?
Those days were good, and you were loved and well cared for. Achingly sweet.
Oh, wait. It clearly says "combat veteran." Never mind.
And what a great dad. Thanks to your dad for his service to our country.
My dad had one. "Kiss me, I'm never too busy!" There was also a companion apron that read "Don't kiss me, I'm busy."
What does it say about today's society that your father is bar-b-quing in kakies and loafers.
[It says, "Kakies! Kakies!" - Dave]
Many thanks for posting your first 2 photos, Mvsman! I'm looking forward to all of your promised subsequent photos if they are as excellent as these two. And being rare 1950s color photographs is an added treat. Please, keep 'em comin'
If I close my eyes I can feel the breeze, smell the BBQ and hear a lawnmower off in the distance.
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