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#11 BEACH MUSIC: A time of tans, blonds and hot pants

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IT WAS A TIME OF TANS, BLONDS AND HOT PANTS, WHEN THE ENDLESS SUMMER WAS JUST A SHORT WALK DOWN A HOT SIDEWALK
Beach Music, an On the Street Where I Livestories is really a tale of two cities; San Juan, Puerto Rico and Santa Monica, California. It was originally published in the LA Times Sunday Magazine.


Beach Music We came to California from Canada, with a detour to Puerto Rico that lasted one endless summer of a year. A year in which I turned 15, and my hair turned blond from living in the sun. “Psst,” the boys and men would call after me in the blue-cobbled streets of San Juan. “Psst! Hey, blondie. Psst! Hey, cutie pie.” I was devastated when my parents said we had to go, that it was time to leave the island so that my older brother, Russell, could get a first rate education. The plan was to drive cross country from Miami and settle in San Francisco so that my brother could finish high school before going on to UC Berkeley. But, once we got there in the fall of 1968, we found that …

Above Ground on the London Underground—Day 44: Uxbridge to Hayes


 If it's Friday we must be back in London. Every Friday I take a virtual walking tour ‘above ground’ on the London Underground. Using my Tube guide & my fitbit® device, my goal is to walk 10,000 steps a day roughly following along the Underground route, reporting back here on Fridays with my findings. Here are the previous days. We're heading to the Central Line. This is Day 44.

Last week I told you I was taking the tube to Uxbridge—the terminus of the Piccadilly Line—and walking the rest of the way to Hayes where my mum grew up at #3 Mansfield Drive. I’ve foraged through a load of old pictures but I can’t find the house in our collection and I can’t tell from the image on google which of these houses it actually is as the numbers don’t seem to be marked. Both homes have been spruced up over the years, and to be honest, neither rings a bell. Neither house has the red painted front steps I picture scrubbing and polishing to a shine as a toddler. In reality, knowing the way three year olds work, I wonder at my polishing and scrubbing. When my boyo was little I would give him a pail of water and a sponge paint brush so he could paint our front steps. Maybe that’s the kind of scrubbing I did. Imaginary.



Looking at the birds eye view, the houses do have the long, narrow back garden I remember. My grandmother’s had a wooden fence at the very end, overgrown with blue morning glories. I have a vague memory of sitting out there bashing away on a toy piano, or maybe it’s just that I’ve just seen the photograph enough times to believe I remember. One of those funny tricks of the mind where the stories others tell us become our own.


As long as we’re in my familial neighborhood I did find a few interesting old photographs.


My grandmother, Maude Hayden, as a very young woman.


My mother as a child with her parents. 1928/29

My mother was born in England in 1925, her father—who we called Pop—took the family to India shortly after her birth, where they stayed for the first eight years of her life, living the kind of British Raj lifestyle depicted in Indian Summers on Masterpiece Theater. 

 Pop at 231 The Broadway, Southall

Years and years later, back in England, this photo dates to my grandfather’s time as a newsagent at this shop in Southall. Today it’s an Asian Meat & Poultry Market. I included the trek to 231 The Broadway, Southall in my virtual journey below. It’s a long one today, 5.4 miles so put on your high heel sneakers.







Counting the Fitbit steps



Day 1-43:                                                 
313,190 
steps/137.6 miles      


Day 44: Hayes                                         12,150 steps /5.4 miles    
                                                           

Total Imaginary Miles to Date           325,340 steps/143 miles





Days 1 —43


It's British Isles Friday when I link up with Joy Weese Moll I blame Joy for getting me started on this crazy journey!

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  1. Great family photos! I'm impressed that you can put that much family history together with a modern map.

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