In addition, my friend Robert Ramey who now lives in Oklahoma, but grew up here in the Milwood District during this time period, remembers these details.
“The building on the south was, at the time, a Garage and Welding Shop run by Mr. Alsup, who was a good welder. He lived on Gilman Street.”
“The truck sitting on the north side with high sideboards I believe was the one he used to haul Christmas trees which he stacked on a vacant lot beside his house on Gilman Street. The trees were hauled to and sold in big cities at Christmas time.”
“I know this because at the time I lived on the corner of Gilman and Second Street and his house was just behind our house. I was in school with Delmer Alsup, Mr. Alsups Son. He had three sons Delmer, Billy and Johnie Alsup.”
“We played on that stack of Christmas trees. Up until they built a house on that lot. That was part of my good old days in Susanville.”
Robert is one of those guys, like Fred Pace, who I always rely on for their razor-sharp memories of those years in Susanville.
And the winners are…
So many of you entered, and so many of you were correct, that I felt bad just giving away one SusanvilleStuff coffee mug.
At first, I was going to give a mug to everyone who got it right, but when I told our promotions department (Mrs. Couso) that I had 114 people with correct answers she told me I could give away five.
So here are five, randomly chosen winners and thank you to everyone who entered! It was fun reading through your submissions.
Drumroll please… Larry Wilson, Kirstin Newton, Andria Cuypers, Arlen Mallery and Vianna Robbins.
I will email you guys and figure out how best to get you your spiffy new SusanvilleStuff beverage holders.
My High School Reunion
I saw a notice the other day on Facebook that this July the Lassen High Class of Eighty-Eight is having our class reunion. To which my first reaction is – again? So soon?
But I’m ok with that. Reunions are pretty fun, and I don’t dread them like I used to. The last time around our band played, so I got to sort of just play music and watch the people I went to school with. It was a good time and I got to visit with people I like, who I don’t get to see very often, while still hiding behind a microphone most of the night.
And my 30th seems like a big, monumental reunion. I even made a big deal about it for a few days, thinking, “Wow you know, thirty years is a pretty long time.”
I told Marshel that I remembered playing at Dad’s 30th reunion for the Lassen High Class of ‘66 and I don’t remember anyone seeming that old, they were still a fun group.
I was owning it. I was thinking, “wow, you know, I feel really good about our thirtieth, I have accomplished a lot in those thirty years.”
This went on for a few days, until I finally did the math and realized that this would actually be our thirty-fifth reunion. Sigh.
Have an awesome weekend everybody! See you next week!
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