by oldClovisian51 » Tue Sep 17, 2013 2:29 pm
I grew up in Clovis during the 50's, 60's and some of the 70's, we lived on the dirt 4 acre long Cherryfield Ave.across from Lamanuzzi Pantaleo Packing. Lowe's appliance department is about where our little park stood. I remember getting up Saturday mornings to watch the cartoons then Mom would get dressed in her stockings, high heels, hat and gloves and announce okay we're off to Fresno ("oh man" I always whined "that's just so far, do we have to go?").
Dad and I would sit in the car at the Courthouse Park (the cool old courthouse with the memorial drinking fountain out front) while mom scoured Newberry's, Penny's, Gottschalk's, Roos Bros. and dozens more culminating in a delectable purchase from Karsh's Bakery on Fulton. Dad and I made a game of identifying every make/model of car that drove by (much to Mom's chagrin as I'm a girl and she wasn't thrilled at having a tomboy)while we waited for Mom to come back with boxes and bags of stuff, especially that pink box of mixed delights from the bakery. Cheese Pockets, Napoleons, walnut bars and frosted brownies...mmmm.
Back then it was a more than a ten mile drive which was a lot of farmland with a little AG school in the middle of it called Fresno State College...between Winery and Fresno street Shaw was just one long stretch of road without signals and in summer the air was cooled by the irrigation of the alfalfa and college pastures. We didn't even have bus service to Fresno after Moyer's Stage Line stopped running. Yikes...can't believe I still remember all that...it was a gentler place, at least on the surface.
I grew up in Clovis during the 50's, 60's and some of the 70's, we lived on the dirt 4 acre long Cherryfield Ave.across from Lamanuzzi Pantaleo Packing. Lowe's appliance department is about where our little park stood. I remember getting up Saturday mornings to watch the cartoons then Mom would get dressed in her stockings, high heels, hat and gloves and announce okay we're off to Fresno ("oh man" I always whined "that's just so far, do we have to go?").
Dad and I would sit in the car at the Courthouse Park (the cool old courthouse with the memorial drinking fountain out front) while mom scoured Newberry's, Penny's, Gottschalk's, Roos Bros. and dozens more culminating in a delectable purchase from Karsh's Bakery on Fulton. Dad and I made a game of identifying every make/model of car that drove by (much to Mom's chagrin as I'm a girl and she wasn't thrilled at having a tomboy)while we waited for Mom to come back with boxes and bags of stuff, especially that pink box of mixed delights from the bakery. Cheese Pockets, Napoleons, walnut bars and frosted brownies...mmmm.
Back then it was a more than a ten mile drive which was a lot of farmland with a little AG school in the middle of it called Fresno State College...between Winery and Fresno street Shaw was just one long stretch of road without signals and in summer the air was cooled by the irrigation of the alfalfa and college pastures. We didn't even have bus service to Fresno after Moyer's Stage Line stopped running. Yikes...can't believe I still remember all that...it was a gentler place, at least on the surface.