Entries by DrNetzleyDDS

Building Things

My first memories in life are of me watching and helping my dad fabricate things.  He built a ski boat from plywood and placed a 1952 Ford flathead engine from a wrecked pickup truck into it.  He followed what was known as the Great Lakes design during the process.  My uncle Frank also built a […]

Toys Built by My Dad

Back in my childhood years, my dad built all our toys by hand. He mounted a 5 horsepower, pull-start Briggs and Stratton engine on the go-cart frame he welded together.  The frame was lower than the axles to help keep it from turning over. The steering was dangerous and if you turned one way too […]

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A Spectator of One

My two oldest sons got the Ice hockey bug when they were teenagers, after watching the movie “The Mighty Ducks”.  For over a quarter century they have played in numerous states throughout the US and have even traveled to Europe.  One son teaches Ice hockey and coordinates teams that have won multiple championships. Now in […]

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Our Mothers Were Our Best Friends

Brett was a member of my dad’s scout troop for several years.  He was born with his right arm shriveled with just a few fingers, and his right leg was shorter than his left.  He loved to run, but it was mostly a hop and a drag, and his mother would comment on how hard […]

The Other Woman

Aka. The 72 Toyota Land Cruiser Shortly after WWII my father purchased a surplus Army Jeep.  He then built a plywood box over the passenger and driver section and painted it green. After that, he put silver colored asphalt paint on the top that made it a great launching pad to jump to the ground. […]

Woodworking

My grandfather was a carpenter/farmer.  He had run his thumbs through the jointer so many times that his thumbnails were the shape of sharpened pencils. My love for woodworking began early in my life.  Woodshop was a favorite class in junior high and high school, and throughout the years since then, I have made a […]

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 a bunch of almond trees in the back yard. He did […]

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.  All the items of fun were handmade; including toys, go carts, swings, playhouse, tree […]

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 imagine what the property is worth today!  Up the hill was a slightly more […]

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, the family would sit in the pew that had hearing assisting devices.  A large single headphone with […]