A Glimpse Into My Life

The Chime Motor

My Mother always tried out new recipes to serve the family. Swedish pancakes, Ebelskiver, Springerle, Pilaf and countless breads to name just a few things she made. Why she even pasteurized milk and made butter. Because of the multicultural…

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The Schwinn That Never Quit

Over the years I’ve had a number of bicycles, my favorite being a Luison Bobett in a beautiful metallic green color. My father bought the ten speed bicycle for my birthday, but unfortunately, I did not have it for very long as someone…

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Power From The Power Poles

My Grandfather Amasa Oliver Netzley was 68 years old when I was born; some would say this is retirement age. I was 22 years old when he sold his Almond orchard farm and moved into a house in the city. He, however, promptly planted…

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A Tale of Two Pianos

As I transitioned from childhood to adolescence, and throughout my teenage years, my family had very little in the way of extra money. Fortunately, I never went to bed hungry, but my clothing was well worn out before I received replacements. …

Family

Birds of a Feather, Flock Together

In the mid 1950’s my maternal grandparents bought 22 acres in the Santa Cruz Mountains which included a portion of Soquel Creek. They built a split-level one bedroom, one bath home on the steep slope facing the Creek. I can’t even…

Human Kindness

An Eye For An Eye

My parents were married in the downtown Methodist church and during my formative years we would attend this church with it's magnificent stained-glass ceiling. Dr. Moon was a most memorable pastor there. Since I was hard of hearing,…

Family

Teachings of My Father

My Father was a consummate learner and as such was a great teacher. During his lunch hours, siting outside on the sidewalk on Amador, he once watched as masons built a brick fence for a new business across the street. He would go…

Stories

To Split With Reckless Abandon

Sometime after my father returned from WWII with his two purple hearts, he was helping his father to split eucalyptus for firewood. A couple of things to understand about eucalyptus wood: The hydraulic log splitter had yet to be…

A Glimpse Into My Life

The Chime Motor

The Schwinn That Never Quit

Power From The Power Poles

A Tale of Two Pianos

Birds of a Feather, Flock Together

An Eye For An Eye

Teachings of My Father

To Split With Reckless Abandon

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