This song was playing the first time I met my wife of 50# years. We danced to it and I knew she was the one and only one for me. In case you haven’t guessed yet, she is the one in the back of our three daughters in the photo below.
A wonderful experience people are missing out on these days, and most don’t even know it, are those yellow Helms trucks that used to drive through neighborhoods selling wonderful bread and pastries.
When I was a kid, my Mom and Nana would rush out with us to the street upon hearing the familiar toot of their whistle.
And when the driver opened the back doors of the truck and slid open those long wooden shelves, wonderful smells would engulf you and literally make you drool.
When I was a student at Kester Elementary in Van Nuys, they loaded us into a big bus and took us over to Culver City for a tour of the Helms Bakery. The video below is pretty much what we saw.
When I started high school I was officially a “Scrub” as that’s what Freshman were called back then. This video was put together by someone in the class of 1959.
I graduated in the Winter ’62 Class, the Courtiers.
I have great memories of my high school days for sure.
When I drive my restored ’55 Olds, I plug-in my iPod and listen to oldies as I cruise down the road.