The clouds parted and there was Westchester. In the post-World War Two era America was growing, on the move and making great strides towards rapid growth in population, technology, intellect and spirt of National Pride. The interstate highway was built and they came from everywhere to find a California rich in everything needed to build communities, families, companies and whatever the future held. Disneyland, Jet airplanes, astronauts, satellites and The Beatles. We were thrown in the middle of it. You could not ignore it. Many of our parents helped bring it all forth. And in the midst of all this whirlwind growth of community, ideas, commerce and technology we held fast our belief in each other. We cared about our little town within the sound and smell of the jet and the millions who lived nearby but beyond our informal borders.
Maybe I insulated myself through the filter of childhood. I knew the big city was there and I dipped my toes in in in safe ways with parental guidance. But within the small friendly square miles of Westchester and nearby Pacific Ocean shore wonderland of Playa del Rey, I was safe, and had the keys to the Kingdom as long as there was air in the bike tires and a few bucks in my pocket. There was nothing extra ordinary about my upbringing or the ordinary things I did day to day. The years added up and finally pushed me along in my life quests. The extra ordinary part is the remembering and the feelings I still hold in my heart and mind for this upbringing. In past writings I have been gratified by the similar feelings these musings bring out in others who have many of these common experiencesÊandÊmemories., BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY, 20th Century, Social History, Los Angeles postwar growth, rise of jet age, Personal Memoirs, Gary Sufrin| 9781257268054 | 75PAGES