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B IS FOR BANANA

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  A is for Apples, baked with brown sugar and cinnamon. B is for Bananas, especially paired with peanut butter. C is for Corn on the cob sprinkled with salt & drenched in melted butter. D is for doughnuts - plain cake or old fashioned - dipped in my coffee. My Dad and I both worked across the bay in San Francisco.  Although we commuted to work on different buses, we rode the same bus home - getting off near a local coffee shop where we'd meet my Mom to have coffee and doughnuts before heading home - Mom and Dad to the family home, and me, to my apartment.  It was a special time and a great way to catch up on what was happening with both of them and the rest of my family still living at home. :) E is for eggs - deviled. F is for French fries – crisp, hot, salted & peppered!  No  ketchup. G is for Guacamole! H is for Hawaiian pizza. I is for Irish Cream lattes at Schnoog’s Coffee Shop on Friday  afternoons. J is for Jack cheese, creamy, with peppers....
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THE FIRST AUTOMOBILES

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  Fellows posing in an early version of the automobile. The 1900 Victor automobile The Robinson Gasoline Carriage. The Winton two-seated surrey. A three-seater version of the yet-to-come station wagon? Friends out for a drive in their 1902 automobile My husband’s Graandmother, Lillian Ross Pringle Brasier, driving the family car in the early 1900s. Forerunner of the double-decker bus? Exploring the Grand Canyon in an early vehicle. Some drivers liked to chance death!. The first car allowed into Yosemite National Park was a steam-powered Locomobile driven by Oliver Lippincott in 1900 by way of the Wawona Road.  Cars, however, were not formally permitted in the Park until 1913 when Park Ranger, Forest Townsley, issued the first automobile permit.  Oliver is seen here in his car perched precariously on Overhanging Rock at Glacier Point.  I'm guessing that's his wife standing in the background, keeping free of the vehicle which might have plunged 3000 feet to the Valley ...
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DELIVERY TRUCKS OF YORE

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  Ye auld milk delivery van This isn’t the actual milk delivery truck and milkman that came to our house in the 1940s & ‘50s, but it closely resembles what I remember the truck looking like.  And I remember the bottles of milk the milkman set on the porch or handed to my Mom with the cream floating on the top.   I also remember our milkman/men as smiling, jolly fellows.    There’s a funny story about that.    When I was a toddler, toddling around I always held onto or at least touched something as I walked around.    My folks knew I could walk without holding onto things and had been trying to get me to let go and just walk to them freely, but I wouldn’t do it.    Then one day I was standing in the dining room holding onto the table when the milkman came.    Mom opened the door and took the milk from him.    He saw me standing there and with a big smile and a “Hello sweetheart”, crouched down, opened his ar...
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