2011/12/26 – This photo has great meaning to me. When my cousin Troy visited on Christmas Eve he brought the photo for me since I always talk about it. Back in the early 60's, I'm guessing about 1964, we had gone to California to visit my cousins, my dad's older brother, Morlan's family. I think we were there for Christmas. Shortly after arriving I discovered a large hammer. If my memory is right it was about a five pound sledge hammer, or at least that is what it seemed to be when I was about 6 years old. Having discovered the hammer i now needed something to hammer on and found these very nice decorative cinder blocks lining the sidewalk from the driveway up to the front door. A few smacks later I had taken a nice chunk out of one of the blocks. When my parents and Morlan discovered the damage, all hell broke lose. I'm not sure who was the most mad at me, but there was no question I was in big trouble. Uncle Morlan used some kind of a glue to put the chunk back in place. Every time I visited over the decades that chunk mocked me when I walked by. I haven't been there for many years now. Uncle Morlan is dead, but my cousin Troy still owns the home. The chunk of block has long been lost, but the hole is still there after nearly 47 years. I was excited to get this picture simply because it is one of my best memories of going to Sacramento to visit Troy, Doug and Bruce when I was a very little kid.
