About Me
MY HOME TOWN:
Pre-Roxy History of surrounding cities:
Point Richmond History
DowwntownCity of Richmond (and East Bay)in the 1940s
City of San Pablo History
This page was made to represent the Era
in which I was born into, and grew up in
which makes up a huge part of who I am today.
Growing up in the 50s was a great time in life.
Millions of baby boomers were born during this time and most of us are still alive and well today.
The 60's were a mixture of enlightenment, sadness, and true discovery of self. I survived the 60s right smack in the middle of the Berkeley/Telegraph Avenue hey-day, having gone to school just blocks away from the University and a bus ride away from the all too popular Telegraph Avenue. My best recollection is cutting class to take my friends to Haight & Ashbury in San Francisco. It wasn't as glamorous as I expected the experience to be, especially since I got my ass in trouble when I got home. I never got hooked into the drug culture, it just never appealed to me. I was too busy concentrating on getting a boyfriend!
The 70s were a blur, as I left home in rebellion for the strictness of my grandparents (who raised me) and not to mention the fact I found myself in the "family" way, as any normal stupid teenager does when she believes all the "I love you" hype from a guy who just wants a "pieces of ass" because he's so horny he can't wait any longer.
The birth ended in tragedy since the baby's lungs were not developed enough to survive beyond a few hours. Then after that whole fiasco was over, I "jumped" as they say, "out of the frying pan, into the FIRE!" I got involved with someone whom later turned out to be the worst man I could have ever met...abusive and alcoholic. What was I thinking? I know what I was thinking, I just wanted someone to love me, but didn't have a clue on how to pick a boyfriend, since I was NEVER allowed to have one growing up...well, that lasted until 1976, when I found another idiot to mis-treat me and I finally left him in the early 80s.
Which brings us to the 80s and towards the end of the Disco era. I was a DJ in a small cocktail lounge for a few months circa 1981-82, where I developed a taste for "al-kee-haul" (with which I drowned all my previous sorrows). Only to lose many another man because of my drinking. However, I did come away with one skill that I still possess today; how to do a good music mix and beat blend transition. Well, I survived enough through the years to dig myself out of one hole after another, until I found myself giving birth to my wonderful daughter in 1987, (who is now 21 years old and the best companion I've ever had). I gave up on trying to find someone; besides, I can do everything myself; change a tire, work on my car, fix the plumbing, do some electrical work, put together that cabinet without the instructions and go where I want without having to ask permission, or get home at whatever hour I want without having to explain why I'm 2 minutes late because of traffic, etc., etc. I think you get the picture. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate men, I love them...but never the right ones!!
I did a lot of stupid things in the 90s which I'm still paying for and regretting to this day. One of them was ending a relationship with someone I should never have let go.
Then the Millennium came...people were ready for the world to come to an end, while I just laughed at how ridiculous the whole issue became. Computers everywhere were supposed to crash, banks would fail to operate and your accounts would be frozen, or worse, obliterated in that great data bank in a Neo Matrix type of world?!? Well, so much for that theory. In 2001 (much like a space odyssey) men-o-pause kicked in (at age 50). I did ring in that 2001 New Year in the best possible way ever...with an old friend. I had the best time ever! I still have those 2001 commemorative champagne bottles to this day! Then in 2002 I met yet another loser, and after a few years of constantly trying to explain myself to him and what I was going through, I had to get rid of yet another man, since he didn't understand what I was going through and thought I was cheating on him, (as I no longer wanted anything to do with sex or anything remotely related)...the NERVE! Thanks to menopause, I no longer have to suffer in "Bitch-mode" every month. Now I just suffer in "Bitch-mode" on daily basis...(just kidding). My theme song should be the Gloria Gaynor song, "I Will Survive," since I HAVE!!
That little drift down memory lane was very gratifying. Now, on with the show...
The 50s:
I was born in the year 1951
Here is a copy of a magazine on the stands the very day I was born: February 26, 1951
The 60s:
My Graduation picture
My Graduation Pic - June 8th 1969:
What I care about most:
Sunsets, Family, and True Friends ~
Still me in 2003