Gas and tires were both rationed during WW II, but somehow my folks managed a surprising number of trips to see Dad’s family. Most of those trips were to Dinuba, about 130 miles south of Stockton, but I remember at least one trip to Vallejo, one of the towns on the east shore of San … Continue reading 7. Vallejo
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Chapter Two: WWII
When Japan bombed Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, my family was living in a small house at 21 West Third Street in the city of Stockton, which is about 80 miles due east of San Francisco Bay. Stockton Field, where Dad and my Uncle Ed, who lived with us, had jobs driving dump trucks, … Continue reading Chapter Two: WWII
