Live Oak High, Morgan Hill, Class of '90, Go Nuts!
Live Oak High, Morgan Hill, Class of '90, Go Nuts!
Also dug "Foxholes" all over the place for fighting imaginary enemies... We'd fight across a small canyon, a little less than a 100 yards wide and using "mud dobbers" (5' Willow sticks) to lob gobs of clay at each other...our substitute for hand-grenades.
It's amazing how far we could throw them with the leverage from those sticks. The clay would land with a resounding splat that garnered a lot of satisfaction and sometimes tears when the "splat" came from our bodies...
Considering some of the things we did as kids growing up in the hills.. (think of mud dobbers chuckin' a 1/2lb gob of clay, ridin' homemade "coasters" whose only brakes were our tennis shoes down fairly steep hills or better yet, sliding down a snot slick grassy hillsides for a couple a' 100 feet and crashin' in to brush to stop our selves...
Mike
Mira Loma, class of '77
"For years, every time he stopped at the house to collect his paper money, it was the same routine. The old man in the wheelchair would ask him how he'd like it if he took him fishing and showed him a few things. He always said he'd like that.
When the old man finally passed away, his wife gave the kid a box of flies. He has them today, tucked away in a closet, never to be fished."
Walt C.<---------------------------- not me, though I wish I had written it.
"Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man." --Jeff Lebowski
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Out in the Fruitridge area on the sotheast side of Sacramento in the 1950s we would take our bikes south to Elder Creek where we made a log raft that we floated on like Huck Fin.
The Stieners had a little ranch out there too.
We dug a lot of tunnels and fox holes too.
In south Sac we had a huge tree that someone made a platform on up about 100 feet with wooden slats nailed on to get up there. When we got up there we could see forever.
One summer night when our folks were out of town I took my two younger brothers and some lights and frog gigs on my trail bike down to a slough in the Pocket area. We waded down the middle of this ditch and got a bunch of bull frogs.
Another night when our grand parents were taking care of us at our house in South Sac, it rained big time and filled the drainage ditch by our house to the top. We called our uncle who drove over at around mid-night with his '37 Ford pickup. We loaded up our wooden dingy with an old Elgin outboard motor we had been rebuilding and took it to the ditch for testing. We were running it down through the neighborhood behind people houses. Some fathers came out with flash lights to see what the noise was.
We road our bikes everywhere, but kids today are not allowed to.
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Williams High School, Class of 2000!
I'm so glad high school is long gone! lol
central union high school El Centro Ca 1965
Grant Union High, Class of 2003
Hogan Senior High School in Vallejo Class of 63....
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Gotcha by three Frank. Middle School/Math Trainer 38 years.
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