Never Never land

A scene from Never Never land graced the walls of Dad’s beauty salon on Ventura Blvd. Pink hair drivers and a bar in the back served up cocktails. The coke machine was always filled with coke when we were kids. A few pennies and we would take the filled bottles out back to the parking … Continue reading Never Never land

Sometimes it is the funny little things that mean so much

Photo by Gus Hudson This funny little clock was a Christmas present for Mom. I got it for her. Yes, it was a funny little clock that played the tune “The Way We Were.” I know that some members of the family were irritated by the tune that went off every hour. I heard the stories … Continue reading Sometimes it is the funny little things that mean so much

Gifts fogotten

I tell my two sons to clean their rooms and they don't it is like pulling teeth I am guilty too.. Then when I do clena up, like them we find forgotten gifts... toys, books, art or a poem and these are some I found today... Hudley Flipside Art

Strawberry Nose

I think dad will be ninety-three this year. He once was an exceptionally good storyteller. He would sit out on the back porch looking over the San Fernando Valley and tell a story to whomever sat next to him. Just make sure it was not past 5 pm …before the liquor hit his brain. This … Continue reading Strawberry Nose

A turkey companion.

It was a world of mostly boys. It was a time of the real Mad Men. I was born in the 1950s. All Thanksgivings, until I was in my thirties, were celebrated at the same place every year. Uncle Royal and Aunt Louise lived on a beautiful farm in Orange County California. Acres housed pomegranates, tangerine, and … Continue reading A turkey companion.