Oh my, oh my, oh my... it's hot! Every year this time of summer I swear I'm not going to live through this. It is late July looking at a wide open door of more hot days and night in August. I have lived in La Habra all my life. I remember so many good times about the summer days. Why, I remember ...going to the Corn Festival and eating to much cotton candy, corn dogs on a stick, or going into the funny house with strange mirror that made you look very fat or very tall or extremely skinny. I wish I had one of those skinny mirrors in my room to look in every morning. Maybe it would help my attitude for the day. In the sixties my mom would pack us a lunch and five or more of us in the neighborhood would take-off headed for the bamboo forest, or if we were real ambitious we'd hike to the Nikie Military base. That was always dangerously exciting. It was very likely we'd speculate that we might be shot by pellet guns from the security men protecting the base. Or worse stampede by a bull who may have broken out of his corral. At the Bamboo Forest you could walk across the one man bridge. It must have been 25 feet high with a one-foot wide water pipe running along one side of the bridge clearly rusty all the way across. Someone would always dare me to cross it. I was no chicken in those days so I'd do it.
La Habra has always been a good place to live and to grow up. We have wonderful people here. People are happy for the most part. Neighbors drop their extra lemons on the porch in a bag. One neighbor helped my dad retile his roof and ten years later he helped him again. Last month in June, one neighborhood of my parents named Connie heard that my sister died of cancer. She brought over at least five meals that week. She baked a dozen oatmeal cookies too. She dropped them off on the porch. She is one of the nicest neighbors I have ever known. Connie and my mom attended water coloring classes at an adult school in La Mirada. My twenty year old daughter Gen went with them a couple times. I wish she had gone more because she is very gifted in art.
My parents have lived on the same street since the homes were built in 1956. In the sixties we'd run and slip n' slide across the plastic sheet with the hose on the grass on a hot summer afternoon and have the time of our lives. If I tried that now I'd break my hip. Oh those fun old days. Now we have to be careful to conserve water. But you can have just as good a time at La Habra High School in the pool. It is open to the public and I know the entrance rate is reasonable. We lived near Sierra Vista School and every summer they had a recreation time. From 12:00 to 3:00 daily. We could check out a game or activity for free. They also had contests. I remember apple bobbing, pie eating, and chess contests. My brother had a newspaper and every morning my sister and I would help him fold 25 or 50 papers. We would then carefully put them in the bike pouch stacked straight up so he could just take off quickly on his bike. Sometimes we helped him collect the money too. That was the hardest part. We did it for free. I hope he appreciated it.
And so it is another hot summer year in La Habra California. There are at least 1000 more things I do not have room to put here that you can do in La Habra.
Renee Baccaro Realtor®
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