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My parents would roll their eyes at what I think were the good ol' days in Lockeford, California. But to my mind it was when I had just gotten my first car (a 1941 Chevrolet) and I could manage to drive to Lockeford on my own. We lived nearby in Stockton- that's about 14 miles SSW of Lockeford. The Ross & Deveggio residences were in the west side of town and it was a very easy driving through farm land. Close enough that, after Standard Stations, Inc in Cordelia Junction and commuting about 110 mi round-trip every day, I took a job at a then brand-new Chevron Station in Lockeford until I was ready to leave in the fall to start college in Los Angeles. But time has marched on and that brand new Chevron Station is now a privately owned automotive repair shop... This was once a brand new Chevron Station in the center of Lockeford ca. 1957. Though he no longer owned it, right next door was a grocery store that was once named Ross Grocery- owned by my maternal grandparents Lewis ...

When I was growing up, my maternal grandparents, the Rosses, lived in Lockeford, California. Lockeford is dribbled along California Highway 88 which is coincidentally the town's Main Street. Lots of traffic but more importantly (as I recall it) lots of truck traffic! Which was a challenge if my grandmother Mae Violet Ross was to receive a visit from her sister Ann. Ann was married to Louie Deveggio and their house was almost directly across the street. So it took a little care to make sure you weren't going to get run over when a visit was in order. Formerly the Ross residence in Lockeford. The only thing missing is the sign post out front that said "PHONE" and pointed to the phone booth on the porch. The Ross house above is little changed from my recollection in the 1950s. Even the picket fence is still there. At some point the Ross's sold the house to their daughter Catherine and her husband Ladoit Tucker. Ladoit repainted the house and I contributed a tiny bi...

After first being drafted then 6 weeks later rejected by the US Army, my father Bill Bowman returned home to Reno. Thanks to my mother's boss at Bell of Nevada my father was able to find employment right away. But that job required some training. The telephone company taught him how to climb telephone poles without falling off, how to repair telephone lines and how to fix lead-sheathed telephone cables.  When training finished he was assigned to work with a guy name Max Goodman as a splicer's helper. One spring day in probably 1944 Max and my father got a trouble call to repair a transcontinental telephone cable. Those cables were a really big deal because it was one of very few communication links between east coast and west coast during war time. That made it vitally important to national security. The cable was buried and apparently followed the route from Reno to Sacramento through the Sierra Nevada Mountains via what is named Donner Pass. Not remotely associated with bur...

I grew up during World War II. Well... to the extent having some disjointed memories specific to the war constitutes 'growing up'. I was born in 1938 and must have been about 4 years old when a war-related image was embedded in my memory. I clearly recall a small map on the front page of the Stockton Record which depicted the front lines of the European theater in about 1942 or maybe as late as 1943. We Bowmans had somehow managed a trip from Reno to Stockton (close to 200 miles with rationed gas- that was a lot of ration coupons!) to visit my paternal grandparents, John Oscar (JO) and Ida Frances Bowman.  I also recall on that visit that my grandfather was livid about some employee at the warehouse at Sharpe's Army Depot where he was the supervisor. The driver had come so close that he had damaged my grandfather's shoe with a sharp metal edge on the forklift. Apparently that sharp edge had cut thru the leather essentially destroying that shoe. This at a time when you w...