the Friends Pages
Keller, or "Joanie" I think I remember, since her Mom was a Sr. Three
or four years older than Your OBedient Servant. Brother Don, five years younger
than me. Are we having fun, or what?
Keller, a year or two younger than me. David, or "Davy" Keller, a year
or two older than me, but a pretty good friend. When my dad bought a set of four
16-ounce boxing gloves, David could whip me easy, the few times he caught me.
I believe he became a Deputy Sheriff, if not a whole one. |
Kellers were our west neighbors on Borchard Avenue, Santa Ana, middle- late-40s. Their house was on the corner, facing Ross Street. I don't remember if I ever knew the east neighbors, who had a big fence around their yard. No such barrier to the west.
Philip Eaton, my friend. I don't remember anything about him except he had red, red hair, and that my Dad pulled him from fully submerged in the lake before his socks got wet. Wait. My Mom used to really enjoy the play on words in his name . . .
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