1972. Leandra, just a toddler, Jason almost a glimmer when we bought our first home. Moving from our first apartment at 315 South Chapel Avenue in Alhambra to Westmont Drive was just a few miles away but we needed some kind of moving truck for that short distance.
Still teaching at Foothill High School in Pasadena, I asked if anyone might be willing to help. Always a smile on his face, Tim Morrison was the happiest student I would every have in all my 39 years of teaching. He had a 1949 Ford pickup truck and volunteered to make several trips.
Mattress, box springs, crib, dining room table and chairs, lamp shades, sofa, laundry baskets, book shelves, coffee table, television, and boxes of kitchen ware. It was quite a sight for our new neighbors when we arrived with the first load packed high and overflowing, like a scene from the Grapes of Wrath. But Tim bless his soul was smiling and beaming as he drove up and set the parking brake. He looked like he was having fun. It's been 48 years and I still remember his smile.
Peering out of their living room windows, you gotta wonder what the neighbors were thinking. "Martha, take a look at whose moving into the neighborhood."
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