tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992686662852663243.post2490949145961032696..comments2023-06-27T07:32:18.216-07:00Comments on Write to Remember Your Stories: Watching the Streetcars Go By, By Yolanda AdeleBonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647302413116525795noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992686662852663243.post-5271721446219112532010-12-31T13:53:13.759-08:002010-12-31T13:53:13.759-08:00From Charlotte:
Very interesting, I can imagine w...From Charlotte:<br /><br />Very interesting, I can imagine what it was like with your cousins.Bonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15647302413116525795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992686662852663243.post-79188918985920753982010-11-17T08:03:52.813-08:002010-11-17T08:03:52.813-08:00Loved your story Yolanda. It brought back many ha...Loved your story Yolanda. It brought back many happy memories of life without television -it was just made up of friends and the happenings going on around us. People watching was great fun. Like you, we amused ourselves making up stories about them.<br /><br />So sorry to hear of your grandfather's accident, a needless tragedy caused by carelessness. It's a miracle he survived.<br /><br />Great writing Yolanda. Thanks for sharing.Norahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14699652421859672492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992686662852663243.post-37842240532389647212010-11-08T18:50:48.082-08:002010-11-08T18:50:48.082-08:00From Kacie:
Yolanda,
Wow! What a story you'v...From Kacie:<br /><br /><br />Yolanda,<br />Wow! What a story you've written in such a few words. Words that brought back memories of riding the "Huntington Park" streetcar with my Grandma Grace; sweet memories. Yet your story was so profound that I sit here and think about the sadness in it. It's so sad. But it reminds me of how life really is: the good with the bad, bitter with the sweet. <br />What a very strong man your Grandfather was! It was then passed on to you...I want to hear more about your Grandfather.<br />God bless,<br />KacieBonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15647302413116525795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992686662852663243.post-29047570816643044642010-11-08T10:41:18.948-08:002010-11-08T10:41:18.948-08:00Dear Yolanda,
While the street cars are no longer ...Dear Yolanda,<br />While the street cars are no longer with us, only in memory, your childhood "take it as it comes" calm attitude of enjoyment is still living in your poignant stories. <br />The "perch," a little observation place from which you watched and learned about life as it went by in all it's joy and dramatic sadness, now has evolved into the writer's stance from where you thoughtfully re-live your memories. They emerge from this hallowed place beautifully, with lucidity and the utmost of charm and delightfulness.<br />Thank you, Yolanda for stirring my childhood feelings of wonder and innocence.Peggy Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02737439035189051523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992686662852663243.post-76352509204611003472010-11-08T08:43:15.564-08:002010-11-08T08:43:15.564-08:00I think my favorite part of this story is just the...I think my favorite part of this story is just the fact that you sat up on your little perch and watched all of this happen on the streets below. There is a sense of adventure about that.Bonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15647302413116525795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992686662852663243.post-61432378307443908682010-11-08T01:45:57.994-08:002010-11-08T01:45:57.994-08:00Yolanda, such a nice nostalgic look at a very effi...Yolanda, such a nice nostalgic look at a very efficient system gone by. How sad that your grandfather had such a tragic experience doing his good job responsibly while his a co-worker did not. I especially remember the red cars in L.A., along with the beautifully-decorated store windows at Christmas. My parents would tell me about Dad taking the last evening red car home daily from L.A. to Long Beach after visiting his sweetheart, my Mom. I so enjoy your stories and you.Charlene Farnsworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16345066863909073482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992686662852663243.post-28263508044260932192010-11-07T18:57:01.054-08:002010-11-07T18:57:01.054-08:00What a sad story not just because he lost an arm b...What a sad story not just because he lost an arm but because he didn't go back to work. It's good he lived though. I loved the nostalgic look at the way things were in the streetcar days. Well told as always.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03300690052408209368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992686662852663243.post-89198611641015197332010-11-07T17:05:49.512-08:002010-11-07T17:05:49.512-08:00An era gone by! I can picture a time when the stre...An era gone by! I can picture a time when the street cars ran in the streets, in fact I once rode on the red cars from Bellflower into Los Angeles. You are right there was no graffiti in those days and the seats were upholstered in the red cars I rode. We rode with windows open listening to the clicking on the rails. How sad this memory has the attachment of your grandfather's tradgic accident. Without a doubt he lost more than his arm and his job. And we can only wonder what may he have gained though this experience.Evelyn Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10168151874388002406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992686662852663243.post-40637797910131767792010-11-07T13:40:48.836-08:002010-11-07T13:40:48.836-08:00I enjoyed this, thanks for sharing.I enjoyed this, thanks for sharing.Pam Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01594207985230898752noreply@blogger.com