Childhood adventures

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I would like to join the chorus of voices who praised the latest Musings submission by my colleague Leon Emo as he recounted his typical 12-year-old’s bike ride from Schnoor Avenue to Olive Avenue via Gateway Drive. I am a few years younger than he so some of those stops were already gone by the time I was old enough to run the streets by myself.

I lived out on Martin Street, just east of Road 26, so my bike rides were mostly in Madera Acres. The roads were laid out but the houses were few and far between. The closest store was Frank’s Market at Cleveland and D streets.

We moved there in 1957 when I was just 2 years old. We had a big two-story wooden house that had been moved from Fresno. I don’t know how common an occurrence house moving was in the 1950s but imagine moving a house. They brought it in pieces and it was placed on a foundation, also made of wood.

We had five acres and what I thought was a big back yard. I went back to visit the house after I was grown and realized how much smaller it all seemed. When you’re a kid and have little short legs, games of “Red Rover,” take up less ground than you’d think...

 

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