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A snippet of my life.

My oldest granddaughter Amy bought me a handsome leather bond journal  to write my memoirs in.  After a few months of writing I had a better idea and that was to to create a blog. That is how Patricia’s snippet of life started. Being a newbie on the computer still scares the heck out of me . I am fortunate to have a great friend that is computer savvy and is willing to help me.

The journey of  my blog starts with being born in Vermont during the great depression. I was blessed not remembering the hardest of times.  At four years old I remember hearing the air raid sirens, everyone had to turn their lights outs and pull down the shades. When I was in kindergarten the kids were instructed to hide under your desk when you heard the siren blast. I guess they must of built desks sturdier back than to with stand a bomb!

When I was 18 teen my Mother and I drove cross country to California. I celebrated my 18th birthday some where along route 66. The circle of my life after 15 teen years of living in California has landed me back in Vermont where I Am writing my memoirs in my blog post.

The blogging community is a new adventure for me. I am excited to meet other bloggers and to share blog post with them.

Until we meet again!

 

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A Trip to Los Angeles and Hollywood.

scan0122After that eventful camping trip which included a wonderful weekend at Lake Tahoe as well as an incident with town police, I finished the month of my schooling required to take the cosmetology exam for a California license. There were four students including myself who had just missed the exams in San Francisco by two weeks. Fortunately, the state board offered the exam in other cities.

The four of us decided to take the exam being offered in Los Angeles and Hollywood.  The exam took 12 hours to complete.  The first eight hours was for the physical part: hair cuts, facials, manicures, and the procedure used with perms.  The second day was the written exam which would take four hours. So far we had only practiced on each other at school and were anxious to style hair in a salon.

Jane volunteered to drive seeing she was the only one with a car. The remaining three of us would pay for the gas. All of us were living in San Jose and met for the trip at the school parking lot. The morning was warm and sunny.  We were in for a long ride, about eight hours to Los Angeles where the first part of the exam was being held. Part of the trip was pleasant as we drove along the coast looking out the window at a beautiful view of the ocean.

After four hours of riding we all needed a break to stretch our legs and use the restroom. Once in the restroom I laid my purse on the sink and went into a stall, on coming out of the stall I proceeded to the sink to wash my hands. I  looked over in disbelief at my open purse. Everything was there excepted my money – every last cent was stolen. Lesson learned; you are not in Vermont anymore Patricia!

As we approached Los Angeles the traffic became horrendous. Thinking back, I remember six lanes with cars passing us left and right at speeds faster then we ever experienced. The three of us were the lookout team to let Jane know when we were approaching our exit. We all yelled out at once there’s our exit and there goes our exit!  Jane had her blinker on to move over to the right lane and no way was anyone going to let her merge. People were honking their horn at us.

It was many miles to the next exit where we would turn around and head back to the freeway and hopefully find our exit again.  Everyone was exhausted when we entered the hotel and found our room. Nancy loaned me money until I got a job. I am forever grateful to her for that act of kindness.

The next morning was our practical exam in Los Angeles. We headed for bed before it was dark but no one could fall asleep so we talked for hours.

Early the next day our little group  headed out to find the building for our exam. The school provided volunteers for us to use as models. In the eight hours we gave a facial, manicure, demonstrated our knowledge in giving a permanent wave. Then came the shampoo, finger wave, pin curl and then the hair dryer. There were no blow dryers or curling irons in the fifties.

After eating dinner at the hotel restaurant we went back to our room to study for our written  exam in the morning.  Earlier when walking through the lobby I noticed a large poster advertising the Ink Spots would be performing at a local nightclub at 8:00 pm. After studying for a half hour we closed our textbooks and changed into evening  dress with high heels. Now out the door to the nightclub to listen to the Ink Spots sing the old fifties songs. It was the fifties so I guess they were not the “old fifties” songs.

It was a fun night out. The Ink Spots were the highlight of our trip. The elder of our little group was 19. Needless to say our beverage for the night wasn’t any stronger than a coke! To this day I still listen to the record with their top hits, what a precious memory.

The next day we easily found the exam room for our written exam in Hollywood. The exam took four hours to complete. We didn’t stay around to sightsee; there was too much traffic to contend with. Once in the car we headed to San Jose with only one quick break. That night I was back in my apartment. It was time for a little celebration with my roommates.

If I remember right it took three weeks to receive out licenses in the mail.  Much to our delight we all received our cosmetology license. The same day my license arrived I hit the sidewalks downtown and visited every beautiful solon I ran  across.

By the end of the day I was hired to work in a small quaint shop and I could start the very next day. There were three hair stylist including me plus the owner of the shop. We each had our own cubicle to work in. The patrons had privacy while having their hair done.

I was so thrilled with finding a job I ran all the way back to my apartment to tell my roommates. We were in agreement that this night called for a party and yes with something a little stronger than coke!

Until we meet again!

 

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Fond Memories Camping in Lake Tahoe

 

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Beverly, myself, and Sally enjoy the water at Lake Tahoe. Beverly and Sally were my schoolmates.

In 1955 I moved in with my two new roommates, Carole and Phyllis. The apartment was only a few blocks from San Jose State college where they both attended classes.  My campus  was further away, but that was okay, I liked the exercise from the walk. My mother decided to move to the YWCA downtown; which was close to the library where she worked. This move gave her freedom from housework and cooking, which she never liked. She was happy studying and having a career.

We visited every week and walked downtown while we looked at displays in the store windows. When my Mother needed her haircut or a permanent wave we would stay at my apartment  where I could work on her hair. As the custom of that time most women had permanents with weekly shampoos and styling. The ritual at bedtime was to pin curl their hair; wrap a long piece of toilet paper around the head, and then adorn it with a hairnet. The finishing touch was to slather their face with night cream and slide into bed. Oh, the good old days!  I solved my problem by cutting my hair in a short pixie style—with pinking shears!

I lived in Vermont up to a few weeks before my 18th. birthday. Then my mother and I headed for California. It was her idea to make a career change. I didn’t want to leave Vermont and my friends. It took a few months to adjust to the ways of people in California. Most people were friendly and I eventually made some friends that my roommates had introduced me to. It still took me months to get over my homesickness for Vermont.  I was more reserved than the young people there that I met and it took time to feel comfortable in my new environment.  Right then I decided not to reveal the fact that my mother and father had been ministers, that was a deterrent in making friends!  I figured it’s best to stop while I was ahead.

I soon adjusted to the many different cultures that were in California and quickly adapted to eating ethnic foods. To this day Mexican cuisine is my favorite. My friends from hairdressing school were of diverse nationalities: Polish, Mexican, Spanish, Chinese ,and African American. I enjoyed learning about their colorful cultures. I definitely had lived a sheltered life in Vermont!

My mother helped finance my apartment expenses until I completed my schooling.  I worked part time as a file clerk in a small office during that time. That was such a  boring job!

I was fortunate to be able to work for my tuition while attending school by working one day a week in the lab. My duties were mixing hair dyes and assemble supplies for permanents that the other students needed as well as keep the lab clean. The hours that I spent in the lab did not count toward completing my hours to graduate. It took longer to accumulate the hours I needed, so I was not able to take the State Board the same time as some of my friends.

A couple friends and I decided we needed one last fling before they went off to take the State Board and left me behind.  Beverly and Sally had completed the required hours to graduate and wanted to leave on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe.  Friday was the day I worked in the lab; so I had to ask the supervisor for permission to take that day off. She told me I absolutely could not have the day off.

What was I to do?  Sally owned  a car but did not have her driver’s license.  A few weeks before our camping trip I took the driver’s test to get my California license. Now I had my license but no car.  So you can see the predicament we were in!  So we headed out that sunny Friday afternoon for Lake Tahoe ignoring the refusal from the supervisor.

Sally’s car was old and at that time there were no seat belts or bucket seats  The three of us sat on this long seat in the front.  We had packed our little tent and belongings in the trunk of the car, then we were on our way. Unfortunately after many hours of driving we came to the conclusion that we were lost. I pulled over to the side of the road and Sally unfolded the map, the three of us stared at the map. It was of no help and we were more confused than ever.  By pure luck we finally reached this small town of Truckee just as the car ran out of gas. As we sat there alongside the road we realized it was going on 2 AM. It wasn’t long before a police car pulled up behind us. The officer moseyed over to my window and asked to see my driver’s license and registration. I gave him my license and Sally hunted around in the glove compartment for the registration. Now there was a problem, Sally was buying the car from her Uncle and the registration was still in his name. The officer questioned us,” Did you steal the car and are running away from home?”  I was the only one that had identification that proved that I was 18. Sally and Bev were 18 also, but had no paperwork to prove it.  By that time we were tired and frazzled  and probably looked about 12 years old.

The officer went back to his car to check out our story.  I guess he believed us because when he   approached our car again he seemed to be more friendly. He leaned his arm on my open window and told me he had called the only gas station in town. The station owner was willing to open the station so we could buy gas. The officer told me to put my car in neutral and he would give us a push with his car to the station down the road.  He told me not to stop for anything. That was a good plan until a dog ran in front of my car and I SLAMMED on the brakes. I heard the car door slam as the officer got out of his car. I sunk down in my seat and when I looked up  I saw his angry face. Through clenched teeth he told me he would give us one more push to the station and said, “then get your gas and get out of town.” He told me, “I didn’t want  to see you girls again. And on your way home PLEASE do me a favor. Don’t come through Truckee!”

As I pulled away from the curb I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw the officer standing with his hands on his hips and shaking head as we drove away.

It was daybreak when we arrived at the campground on Lake Tahoe. Our anxiety left us and my heart was calming down. After unpacking the car and laying out the tent we stood staring at the poles and other unidentified items. I looked at Sally and Beverly and asked them if they had ever  pitched a tent before.  By the looks on their face I guess the answer was NO.  I had camped many times as a child in Vermont with my parents but never helped to put up the tent.

We made a few fatal attempts at getting the tent in an upright position. We finally were able to pitch the tent and now only needed to hammer the stakes in the ground. We looked around at each other and quickly discovered no one had thought about bring a hammer. The man and his son that were camping in the next site to us came to our rescue with hammer in hand.

This was a water skiing vacation for them. That afternoon we were invited to come along with them for our try at water skiing. This was a new experience for us. As soon as we stood up; we were back down into the cold water. So much for water skiing!  We enjoyed the afternoon from the boat watching the two of them ski.

It was Sunday and time to end our camping trip; we packed up our sandy tent and headed back to San Jose.

I had to go back to school and face my supervisor. Monday morning I slowly walked in and came face to face with  her!  She told me to pack up my things and leave, she was kicking me out of school. It was upsetting as I was close to completing the hours I needed to graduate. I took a few days to think about my undoing and accepted the fact that it was my fault for not following her rules.

My next step was to visit the other hairdressing school in town. I told my story to the woman in charge. Fortunately she was sympatric to my desperate situation and said I could attend classes there to finish up my hours to graduate. In a few days my supervisor from my old school got in touch with me and asked me to come back to the school.  I swallowed my pride and accepted her offer. I was grateful to have another chance.

Until we meet again!