Since I probably will never write the journal of my life I thought that I might start here by putting down things that I still remember. I have enjoyed a very interesting and diverse life. Sometimes it feels more like Forrest Grump and most often it is hard to believe that these are the things I have been involved in or have had the privileged to enjoy.
A few days ago I celebrated the 29th anniversary of my 39th birthday. Sounds much better than saying your true age. Sure enough my brain says I am still 39 but the bod seriously questions that statement more often these days.
I started life nine months after the attack on Pearl Harbor. My dad, Clovis Harmon Stricklin 1/4/1915, worked for Lockheed at their facility in Burbank, California. My mother, Ruth Sunshine Mann Stricklin 9/8/1915, was a stay at home mom. We lived on Runnymede Street in Van Nuys, California.
Due to my dad's job at Lockheed building airplanes he spent the war at home. He loved aviation and wanted to fly. He had an airplane in the back yard that he was restoring but never got to finish it due to the grounding of all civilian aircraft near the coast.
We had a chicken coup in the back yard so we had fresh eggs and chickens for dinner. I remember that at the end of our street there was a large orange grove. In looking at Google Earth I think the orange grove is now a school. Also sometime after we lived there the whole area must have been razed and new homes built. We had a half acre lot with lots of room in the back yard. Now the houses are very close together.
My sister, Janet Arlene Stricklin and my brother Timothy Wayne Stricklin were born while we lived in this house. Not a lot of memories of this time. Do remember loading up an Airstream type of trailer with everything we owned and moving to Flagstaff, Arizona.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
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