When I was three years old, my parents decided that "Heading West" was a good idea. And my mother's sister, Margie, and her family came along. We lived in apartments in Sunnyvale, close to the Steamship Park (Serra Park). They lived upstairs, we lived downstairs. Both Dad and Uncle Jim found jobs at Stanford University doing all kinds of maintenance. When the school year was over, they cleaned out professors' homes and dorms. They also both worked for Mike at the Shell Station on the corner of Bascom and Hedding (In 2017, it's a Chevron station now).
Somehow, we ended up with a large white three wheel trike - not a kid size, but larger! and rode it everywhere. We all shared, those were easier times. I know the sisters were happy to be together - but it didn't last. They went back to Minnesota; that was a very sad day indeed! Times weren't easy back then. If my memory serves, Dad was driving a '53 Chevy
We went lots of places ... the zoo, touring Stanford U, The North Pole (At Santa's Village) and all the local parks!
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