I grew up in Garden Grove, California, during a time when everyone treated each other like family. We went outside to play, we got dirty….we bought chips & candy from the store. We played “Red Light, Green Light”, Simon Says, “Hide and Seek”, Dodge Ball, Kick the Can, 7-up Baseball, Softball, and Football and marbles. Played in water from the fire hydrant. We ate beans and hot dogs, mac and cheese & peanut butter sandwiches at school. We walked everywhere .
We weren’t AFRAID OF ANYTHING. We made our own go carts, biked everywhere no helmets. If you fell down you would just get back up. We challenged each other everywhere…King of the Hill. If someone had a fight, that’s what it was…a fight. Kids weren’t afraid of fake guns when I grew up. We left our houses as soon as we could in the morning and right after school till our neighbors would yell out for their children as a reminder to get in the house for the night. If one kid was called for supper then we all knew to go home. We watched our mouths around our elders because we knew if we DISRESPECTED any adult, there would be a price to pay. We had manners and respect, otherwise someone else’s parents put you in your place. Everyone’s mother was mom and father was dad, we were a community, I am thankful for so many great memories of growing up.
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Thank you, Paulette. I, Doug Wolven, grew up at 12621 Fletcher Drive in Garden Grove and graduated from Garden Grove High School, class of ’64 (the best—most spirit)—as did Jack Skogman and Kim Frizzel who lived on Fletcher (there were eleven of us kids). Jack falls into what he calls “the Fletcher Moon” and I’m right there with him—remembering the golden fifties.
Paulette didn’t miss a thing, except maybe our b-b gun club (Robert Doss started it), and Doctor Doss chopping off the heads of chickens in their back yard (talk about a chicken with it’s head cut off, what a show, but ya gotta eat). And, Jackie Scholl would remind you of the family car and Foster’s Freeze. And…