House I grew up in

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I lived in this house from when I was 2 years old until I was 16 and we moved all the way to Garden Grove to a house next door to my aunt and uncle. The house, as built, was 3 bedrooms, 1 bath, with a large dining room, a tiny eat-in kitchen and a "back porch" between the kitchen and the back yard. The 2-car garage was detached and accessed by an alley, which was common at that time. The trash cans were kept in the alley and the trash trucks collected the trash there. Certainly nicer than putting cans at the front curb.

Milk was delivered in glass quart bottles to the front porch in a metal carrier and the empties were taken to be sterilized and re-used. (Recycling in the 50's!). We sometimes bought bread, etc. from the Helm's Bakery trucks. The Fuller Brush Man had us on his route and so did the Watkins sales person who both went door-to-door.

My early memories include the orange groves across the street before they were taken out and hundreds of post-war houses were built with slabs and wallboard. My parents were inordinately proud of the fact that our house had raised wood floors (beautiful oak that they covered up with carpet) and lath and plaster walls and ceilings.