GLORIA AND HER DAUGHTER, CHERYL...and her little ones. Time flys. This photo was taken in 1970. See other references to and about this photo: MARIETTA MC DANIELS, SUMMER OF 1959, BILL MC DANIEL, NIGHT IN JUAREZ, FIRST TRAINTRIP TO CALIFORNIA 1959
My California cousins. The last time I saw them was in the summer of 1959. This photo was taken in approximately 1970 and was mailed to my Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Jim.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
CALIFORNIA COUSINS AT DISNEYLAND IN 1959
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CALIFORNIA COUSINS AT DISNEYLAND IN 1959
MARIETTA'S DAUGHTER AND GRANDCHILDREN.
SUMMER OF 1959, FIRST VISIT TO CALIFORNIA, GLORIA AND JACK, AUNT MARIETTA, BILL McDANIELS
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CALIFORNIA COUSINS AT DISNEYLAND IN 1959
MARIETTA'S DAUGHTER AND GRANDCHILDREN.
SUMMER OF 1959, FIRST VISIT TO CALIFORNIA, GLORIA AND JACK, AUNT MARIETTA, BILL McDANIELS
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LIL' GLORIA AND BILLY McDANIELS IN 1920S
THESE WERE IN ONE OF MY OLD TRUNKS. THE PARENTS OF THESE TWO YOUNGSTERS WERE VERN AND MARIETTA McDANIELS (McDANIEL). AUNT MARIETTA WAS MY AUNT, DAUGHTER OF ROBERT LEVI HUFFSTUTTER (BORN 1856) MARIETTA BORN APPROXIMATELY 1908. CHILDREN IN PICTURE BORN IN 1920S. THESE TWO LITTLE ONES GREW UP TO BECOME MY CALIFORNIA COUSINS WITH WHOM I VISITED IN THE SUMMER OF 1959.
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THESE WERE IN ONE OF MY OLD TRUNKS. THE PARENTS OF THESE TWO YOUNGSTERS WERE VERN AND MARIETTA McDANIELS (McDANIEL). AUNT MARIETTA WAS MY AUNT, DAUGHTER OF ROBERT LEVI HUFFSTUTTER (BORN 1856) MARIETTA BORN APPROXIMATELY 1908. CHILDREN IN PICTURE BORN IN 1920S. THESE TWO LITTLE ONES GREW UP TO BECOME MY CALIFORNIA COUSINS WITH WHOM I VISITED IN THE SUMMER OF 1959.
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THESE WERE IN ONE OF MY OLD TRUNKS. THE PARENTS OF THESE TWO YOUNGSTERS WERE VERN AND MARIETTA McDANIELS (McDANIEL). AUNT MARIETTA WAS MY AUNT, DAUGHTER OF ROBERT LEVI HUFFSTUTTER (BORN 1856) MARIETTA BORN APPROXIMATELY 1908. CHILDREN IN PICTURE BORN IN 1920S. THESE TWO LITTLE ONES GREW UP TO BECOME MY CALIFORNIA COUSINS WITH WHOM I VISITED IN THE SUMMER OF 1959.
LIL' GLORIA AND BILLY McDANIELS IN 1920S
AUNT MARIETTA'S TWO CHILDREN.........
When bill was only two years old, he and his sister lived at one of the finest residential apartment hotels in kansas city, near the country club plaza. Rumor is that he fell out of a third story window and was severly injured. Bill enlisted in the u.S. Navy just as world war two was closing. I vaguely recall bill taking me into one of his old haunts while he was home on leave. My mind tells me that it was a pool hall and tavern. My relationship with bill was one that would last throughout his life. While living with me and my family, bill enjoyed the last months of his life trying to win the battle he had fought with alcohol throughout his lifetime. As so frequently happens, fate was not kind to his rehabilitation efforts and bill passed away in the summer of 1983.
BILL WAS A GRACIOUS HOST WHEN I STAYED PART OF THE SUMMER OF 1959 WITH HIM AND HIS WIFE, JUNE, AND FAMILY. THEY LIVED IN PACOIMA, IN THE VALLEY. MAY HE REST IN PEACH......
When bill was only two years old, he and his sister lived at one of the finest residential apartment hotels in kansas city, near the country club plaza. Rumor is that he fell out of a third story window and was severly injured. Bill enlisted in the u.S. Navy just as world war two was closing. I vaguely recall bill taking me into one of his old haunts while he was home on leave. My mind tells me that it was a pool hall and tavern. My relationship with bill was one that would last throughout his life. While living with me and my family, bill enjoyed the last months of his life trying to win the battle he had fought with alcohol throughout his lifetime. As so frequently happens, fate was not kind to his rehabilitation efforts and bill passed away in the summer of 1983.
BILL WAS A GRACIOUS HOST WHEN I STAYED PART OF THE SUMMER OF 1959 WITH HIM AND HIS WIFE, JUNE, AND FAMILY. THEY LIVED IN PACOIMA, IN THE VALLEY. MAY HE REST IN PEACH......
MARIETTA McDANIEL, CALIFORNIA AUNT, 1959
My favorite aunt, Aunt Marietta, my uncle's sister and my dad's sister found out real quickly about me once I landed on her doorstep in the summer of 1959. She met me at the Santa Fe Station in Downtown Los Angeles, a day later than I was scheduled to arrive because of a side trip I made to Juarez, Mexico. See the story in my photostream on Flickr about NIGHT IN JUAREZ. Aunt Marietta would be over one-hundred years old if living today. After my summer in California, she ceased to favor me as a nephew and I became the wayward nephew. Such is life. She wasn't perfect either. Her son, Bill Mc Daniel and I were close cousins, so close, unfortunately, thathe passed away at my home in 1983. Bill was an alcoholic and was on the road to recovery when he died of a heart-attack. I told Marietta he was not drinking when he died, but she never forgave me for letting Bill stay with us. She never could get it through her head that he was recovering. She wrote me a nasty letter. She demanded that I send his television and BBQ grill back to her. Afterall,she had purchased it for him. Oh, it goes on and on. And it was, according to her and her daughter, Gloria, all my fault. Well, to set the record straight--it wasn't. I had bought Bill a car and helped him get a job. I had given him a room in my home. Unfortunately, he died. And once the ashes were sent to Marietta, I never heard a word from anyone in the family. Not a word. Nor did Bill's children ever contact me. Life goes on and I remember that old saying, a good deed never goes without punishment. So, to whomever might be reading this on the West Coast, Cheryl, Diane, Gloria, Rodney, June or Jack, know you know the rest of the story....
1975 BUICK SKYLARK: CARS WE HAVE LOVED
ESSAY ON THE BEAUTY OF BUICKS AND THE TASTE OF BEER: THE CONFESSIONS OF AN EX-ALCOHOLIC
Incidentally, the child sitting on top of this revered classic is our daughter. Note the shadow person in the left corner, ready to dash to her instantaneous rescue if necessary.
This was the year of the model change for GM. We had purchased our first Buick Skylark in 1970, and a second Skylark only eighteen months later. When it caught fire one cold winter evening and was totaled by the insurance company, it was replaced with this new and neatly appointed Skylark with red interior and full power. I recall how much it appeared like a new toy to me.
Because I had been in the previous Skylark when it was totaled, looking at this photo makes me realize how fortunate I was that I did not burn with the auto. The steering wheel had melted, the mileage indicator was charred beyond accountability of the mileage, thus the "new" replacement. For some months thereafter, I had some serious lung problems. I also kept my vow not to leave the engine running when I felt like I needed to sleep in my vehicle for the night after a tad bit too much partying.
This was one of a number of miracles that happened, miracles I account as Divine. By all accounts, using that television program as a line, "I should have been dead by now." If but by the grace of God. There were five other seperate incidents that were equally, if not more, eerie, where my life had been in serious danger and I was whisked out of danger if by an Angel or the hand of the Divine.
Sometime I will write about those times, but then I had most likely leave them sealed in the vat of memory. Let me simply say that in all case but one, there had been alcohol involved. I have said it many times before, " If I had my life to lead over, I would never have taken my first drink of beer one summer evening back in the 1940s while my Aunt Marietta was visiting and sat her can of beer down behind her lawn chair where I was playing cars. That's right, I will blame it on her, typical alcoholic rationale. No, not really. It was a child's curiosity to taste what the adults were drinking in those so attractive and shiny cans that seemed to make them laugh and be so merry.
By R.L. Huffstutter
Incidentally, the child sitting on top of this revered classic is our daughter. Note the shadow person in the left corner, ready to dash to her instantaneous rescue if necessary.
This was the year of the model change for GM. We had purchased our first Buick Skylark in 1970, and a second Skylark only eighteen months later. When it caught fire one cold winter evening and was totaled by the insurance company, it was replaced with this new and neatly appointed Skylark with red interior and full power. I recall how much it appeared like a new toy to me.
Because I had been in the previous Skylark when it was totaled, looking at this photo makes me realize how fortunate I was that I did not burn with the auto. The steering wheel had melted, the mileage indicator was charred beyond accountability of the mileage, thus the "new" replacement. For some months thereafter, I had some serious lung problems. I also kept my vow not to leave the engine running when I felt like I needed to sleep in my vehicle for the night after a tad bit too much partying.
This was one of a number of miracles that happened, miracles I account as Divine. By all accounts, using that television program as a line, "I should have been dead by now." If but by the grace of God. There were five other seperate incidents that were equally, if not more, eerie, where my life had been in serious danger and I was whisked out of danger if by an Angel or the hand of the Divine.
Sometime I will write about those times, but then I had most likely leave them sealed in the vat of memory. Let me simply say that in all case but one, there had been alcohol involved. I have said it many times before, " If I had my life to lead over, I would never have taken my first drink of beer one summer evening back in the 1940s while my Aunt Marietta was visiting and sat her can of beer down behind her lawn chair where I was playing cars. That's right, I will blame it on her, typical alcoholic rationale. No, not really. It was a child's curiosity to taste what the adults were drinking in those so attractive and shiny cans that seemed to make them laugh and be so merry.
By R.L. Huffstutter
Greetings From San Diego California
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Greetings From San Diego California
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Greetings From San Diego California
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