I remember the drive from Arcata to Eureka with dad in the Model A (1928 Ford – dad’s main car), because school was at Moore Avenue in Eureka but we lived in Arcata. Sometimes at night, driving home late in the Model A, the loud roar of the old car’s engine would lull me to sleep. I developed the idea that there was an alien landing site somewhere near Indianola. I think it was because of the colored airport lights at Murray Field, north of Eureka along Highway 101. I also remember thinking that the aliens were watching me. I KNEW that if I could behave in a sufficiently idiosyncratic manner, they would ‘rescue’ me from my exile on Earth.
[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn’t written in 1972 – it was written in the future.]
Caveat: The Daisies in Redwood Park
Redwood Park is the park in Arcata, my hometown, that was just a few blocks up the hill from our house. I'm pretty sure this is at Redwood Park. I think I'm smelling the daisies.
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Caveat: 1971
Rumor has it I was alive through all of 1971. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: The Pink Blow-Up Bunnies My Mother Hated More Than Anything
I have no idea what the exact date on this photo is, but I think it was sometime around winter of 70~71. I could be off by a year or so either way. But here is where I put it.
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Caveat: 1970
Rumor has it I was alive through all of 1970. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: 1969
Rumor has it I was alive through all of 1969. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: 1968
Rumor has it I was alive through all of 1968. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: 1967
Rumor has it I was alive through all of 1967. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: 1966
Rumor has it I was alive through all of 1966. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: Arbitrary time-keeping system
My first New Year's was pretty uneventful, from my perspective.
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Caveat: 1965
I was born. I was disoriented. I cried. I ate. I wiggled and gazed. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: Welcome to Earth.
According to my mother, I was born. I don’t remember. Probably, it was pretty traumatic.
[The “retroblogging” project: this is a “back-post” written and added 2009-11-20. I’ve decided to “fill-in” my blog all the way back. It’s a big project. But there’s no time limit, right?]