THE SONGS OF A NIGHTINGAIL

  These fans were apparently flocking to see a big fight between two well-known contenders. College of the Pacific (now University) Music Camp’s All Camp Chorus ready to entertain family and friends with a final concert in July, 1958.  I’m in the third row back (seated) 10 th in from the left. A portion of the 1972 Gascapades audience in Gasquet, CA eagerly awaiting the opening of the show.  We did the show every two years (took us that long to recover from the last one!).  The first three times we put on the show we gave three performances – Friday & Saturday nights, and Sunday afternoon.  But by the fourth show it had become so popular we had to give four performances – Thursday, Friday, & Saturday nights, and Sunday afternoon.  I was sad to hear after we moved away the show was not performed again – apparently too many people who had been active in the show had moved from the area and not enough new people were willing to take on the hard job of...

  Drinks with lunch at Stinson Beach.  L-R: my youngest sis, middle sis, & brother in 1962. My youngest Sis pouring the bubbly in 1993 . . . . . . to celebrate two birthdays & Mother’s Day in Yosemite. 1991-92  Sisters in college.  They said it wasn’t what we thought.  Uh-huh! 2001.  Eldest daughter with friends in Mom & Dad's Lake Tahoe rental cabin hot tub, celebrating simply being together again.  (It's okay now.  You're old enough!) 😉 Eldest daughter celebrates at a good friend’s bridal shower. A toast to our Mom on her 95 th birthday! Starbucks Lattes waiting for the Mom & Dad who live in my dollhouse to come out on the deck and enjoy them. My eldest daughter, who lives nearby, and I go to a coffee place called “Schnoog’s” for yummy lattes every Friday afternoon at 3:00.  It’s a standing ‘date’ and a great time to just sit and sip and chat. J :-> La Nightingail 

¯ Let me call you sweetheart, I’m in love with your automobile. Let me hear you whisper that you’ve gasoline in your machine. Keep the headlights glowing, and your hands upon the wheel. Let me call you sweetheart, I’m in love with your automobile. ¯ My husband’s grandmother, Lillian ‘Ross’ (Pringle) Brasier at the wheel of hers & her husband, Harry’s, new car.  Harry was a new car salesman, so they always had the latest in new models. Here the family poses around yet another new car. And I believe this is the car in which they drove from Toronto to California round about 1924-25. A friend of my husband’s decided to get into the ‘antique car’ fun with this beauty.  I belive it’s a Model T, but I’m not sure.  He and my husband are squeezed into it.   I don’t imagine it would be very comfortable on a long trip? It has a “rumble seat”. J My youngest sister models my brother’s ’56 Chevy.  I never had a car of my own before I was married, but he let me d...

  Me on my little red tricycle with my brother in 1945. A few years later Santa brought my brother his own blue trike, and my younger sister, a little kiddie trike in yellow and red.  Santa brought me dolls and books that year. My son trying to ride his red & white tricycle in the snow.  He needed chains. J You’ve seen this snap before  - the Christmas eldest daughter decided Santa had brought her the “Big Wheel”.  The doll & cradle were surely for someone else! She did eventually get her own 3-wheeler, however, as did younger daughter seen here on her brother’s first tricyle.  In fact both daughters, in turn, rode that small trike.  It held up well.  Meanwhile, their brother was still whippin’ around on the “Big Wheel” which made a terrible racket rolling on cement or pavement.  We were so glad to have him graduate to a bike except then, of course, we worried about where he was riding it and how carefully? Talk about big wheels!...