Why this blog?

In 1960 I joined a family already in progress in San Diego, California.  We lived on Eagle Street.

Years have passed.  The parents have died. The sons and daughters went their separate ways.

The house was emptied out, with most of the contents thrown out to mold in the rain until the trash dumpsters were hauled away. Then the house was sold, painted, remodeled and restored.

There is nothing left of the family who lived there from 1954 until 1986.

Its all new people there now.

But, there are remnants left. A few momentoes.

Photos

Papers

Memories

Family stories passed down, some may be true, some may be legend.

Good

and bad.  Very, bad

And also Funny.

This blog is coming from my collection of experiences, and stories my mother told me.

You may not believe some of it.

You may even get mad when you read some of it.

It wasn't always good, living on Eagle Street.

But it wasn't always bad, either.

This will not be a linear collection of recollections.

As I recollect something.  As I come across something I haven't seen in years,

its going on this blog.