My Uncle "Doc" was inducted into the Cowboy Museum. He has been a cow veterinarian forever in California. Interestingly enough, it was he who inspired me to be a veterinarian. However, life has since thrown wrenches in the works and I am now majoring in something different.
It was great to see family I have not seen in about nine years. My grandmother was together with three of her five brothers and sisters. My father talked to people who constantly said, "I remember you when you were in diapers." We took a drive past the "earwig house," my first house in California that I only remember through one terrifying nightmare of being taken away by the police.
The fruit is extremely large at this time of year. I bought strawberries that were so rich. As a little girl I would go to the field across from my dad's house and buy strawberries by the dozen. I looked forward to it every summer when I went to visit.
A mobile home where my father once lived is gone now. Perko's, where we would go for the morning fix, is now closed. My uncle's "office", the H-B Bar still continues to serves its customers daily. People can still tell you about when their family first came into the valley. I loved it all. I wanted to stay there.
While the small town feel still exists, there are changes. Development has come in (a KMart, strip malls, etc.). But I guess that subsiquently happens to all small towns within less than an hour of any BART station leading to Silicon Valley and San Francisco.
I also think I should have become an airline stuardess (sp?). Flying is one of the many loves of my life. Good stuff.
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