I moved in with an aunt and uncle and about nine of those cousins in Jan. 1962. I had been staying with an uncle in Missouri, when he lost his job in the dead of winter. With Indianapolis being his home town, he came there looking for work. He left his family in Missouri. He couldn't get a job there, so he left me and went to Chicago with another uncle.
I was going to go to school starting in the winter semester, I was only fifteen. Well I came down with infectious hepatitis (type A) right before time. By the time I got over that, it was too late to start school. So when the doctor released me for normal activity, I went out and got a job. I worked at the Steak 'n Shake in Keystone Plaza in Indianapolis. I even went to the 1962 Indy 500 race, by helping one of my cousins sell papers there.
When I was eleven, I spent the whole summer in Osage, Arkansas with my grandmother. She had just bought 40 acres there. So Los Angeles isn't my only experience growing up.
Well now that I have taken up so much time rambling, it has run me to my bedtime. So I will say good night to my fellow peeps. See you all tomorrow.
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Thank you for sharing a few pages of your story. What I truly love to do on this site is to really get to know the peeps, who they are, where they came from and who they are about. I enjoy the casual playful banter back and forth on our thread but what I really appreciate and enjoy the most is when a member is not afraid to make themselves a little vulnerable by opening up the book in their story and read a page here and there to those that may be interested.
When I was 17 I spent in week alone in downtown Los Angeles and found it to be a scary place. It was exciting as well. There was only 1 attempt to rob me. Some kid asked for money so I gave him $5. He said that he wanted the rest of what I had. I said no way that was happening. He threated me with a knife and said he was going to cut me. I told him to bring it on. He got scared and said he was going to get his brother. I told him I would be waiting. He took off and I went the other way.
You certainly were not rambling Dennis. You are one of the few peeps on this thread that I actually know by name and are willing to share a little of themselves to the others. My name is Jerry in case that you didn't know. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.