Memory Monday revisited, Week 3

This is a slightly edited version of a post that was originally published in July 2018 as Memory Monday, Week 73. CORRECTION: Last Monday I shared photos of a road trip from Northern California to the Oregon coast and said it was a trip my parents took. I later heard from my mom, who let me know [for the second time!] that this was actually a trip she took with her parents (my grandparents) in the summer of 1946, after she graduated from high school. Thanks yet again, Mom! I wish I had talked more with my father about the time he spent in Japan during the early 1950s; and I really wish I’d known about the existence of these photos! Many of them have no information, but a few have notes scribbled on the back — which I’ll be including as captions whenever possible. Below is an example of some images coming up next week. My dad was a mechanic and his favorite planes were the P-51 Mustangs, so he took a lot of photos of them. I’m not sure what “dragging the field” means; maybe somebody out there can clue me in? NOTE: Using Google, I’ve since found a few references to the phrase “dragging the field” which lead me to believe it refers to making one or more low passes over the runway to check that the surface is suitable for landing the plane: Don’t just land […]

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Memory Monday, Week 93

It was October 1996 when I first visited this stretch of the American River with the Big Guy. We rode across a small pedestrian bridge (officially named Jim’s Bridge as of 1989) on our bikes to explore the north bank, looking for promising fishing spots along Sacramento Bar. I had seen this particular bridge many times but had never set […]

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Memory Monday, Week 85

I love photographing bridges, both large and small. My earliest bridge images date from the 1980s and 1990s, when I first discovered their attraction. The stone dam/footbridge in the two photos below, located in Negro Bar State Park, no longer exists. It was destroyed during the building of the new Lake Natoma Crossing. Only a few remnants remain, buried under […]

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Memory Monday, Week 84

Since I mentioned the San Diego Zoo in last week’s post, I decided to dig out the old prints from my visit back in 1981. I’m certain it’s changed quite a lot since then although I haven’t had a chance to go back to Balboa Park. In 1981 my sister and her family were living in El Cajon, and my […]

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Memory Monday, Week 73

CORRECTION: Last Monday I shared photos of a road trip from Northern California to the Oregon coast and said it was a trip my parents took. I later had a text from my mom letting me know this was actually a trip she took with her parents (my grandparents) in the summer of 1946, after she graduated from high school. […]

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