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Back in Time

by baldilocks

It’s strange how mun­dane things can trig­ger mem­o­ries. That hap­pens to me here in my native Los Ange­les when­ever I drive on one of the con­nec­tions between Inter­state 5 and Inter­state 110. The south­bound 5 to south­bound 110 tran­si­tion is a lit­tle stretch of two lane high­way which looks like it was carved into the hill next to it. Though it’s in the process of an upgrade, for decades it looked rick­ety enough to crum­ble with a good, trade­mark South­ern Cal­i­for­nia shaker.

But there it hangs, for at least as far back as I can recall. Trucks, buses, etc. have sat on it in traf­fic jams headed toward down­town LA – or to Dodger Sta­dium — for decades and prob­a­bly are doing so as I type these words.

Many years ago, another vehi­cle had occa­sion to take this tiny stretch of high­way: my great-​uncle (19202000), great-​aunt (19212012) and I would be on our way home from Lake Isabella and, when we hit that part, I knew we were close to home.

[cap­tion id=“attachment_99911” align=“aligncenter” width=“300”] Among my memen­tos is an iden­ti­cal postcard.[/caption]

My uncle had one of those pick-​up trucks with a camper on the back; a nice one, big enough for three. (Do they still make those things?) We’d go over that road and, I, with a six-year-old’s a vivid imag­i­na­tion, would get the feel­ing that our truck was too big for the road and that we were going to fall off into some unknown abyss that waited for us. For­tu­nately, it takes about fif­teen sec­onds – traf­fic will­ing — to run over this part of the free­way, so my mor­bid imag­in­ings never had time to bloom into full-​blown panic.

I used to get an inkling of that panic as I drove over the stretch, but now, the panic is gone and the sweet mem­o­ries of a happy child­hood remain. I’m very grate­ful for them.

Juli­ette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was pub­lished in 2012. Her sec­ond novel ten­ta­tively titled Arlen’s Harem, will be done one day soon! Fol­low her on Twit­ter and on Gab​.ai.

Please con­tribute to Juliette’s JOB: Her new novel, her blog, her Inter­net to keep the lat­ter going and COF­FEE to keep her going!

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by baldilocks

It’s strange how mundane things can trigger memories. That happens to me here in my native Los Angeles whenever I drive on one of the connections between Interstate 5 and Interstate 110. The southbound 5 to southbound 110 transition is a little stretch of two lane highway which looks like it was carved into the hill next to it. Though it’s in the process of an upgrade, for decades it looked rickety enough to crumble with a good, trademark Southern California shaker.

But there it hangs, for at least as far back as I can recall. Trucks, buses, etc. have sat on it in traffic jams headed toward downtown LA – or to Dodger Stadium — for decades and probably are doing so as I type these words.

Many years ago, another vehicle had occasion to take this tiny stretch of highway: my great-uncle (1920-2000), great-aunt (1921-2012) and I would be on our way home from Lake Isabella and, when we hit that part, I knew we were close to home.

Among my mementos is an identical postcard.

My uncle had one of those pick-up trucks with a camper on the back; a nice one, big enough for three. (Do they still make those things?) We’d go over that road and, I, with a six-year-old’s a vivid imagination, would get the feeling that our truck was too big for the road and that we were going to fall off into some unknown abyss that waited for us. Fortunately, it takes about fifteen seconds–traffic willing—to run over this part of the freeway, so my morbid imaginings never had time to bloom into full-blown panic.

I used to get an inkling of that panic as I drove over the stretch, but now, the panic is gone and the sweet memories of a happy childhood remain. I’m very grateful for them.

Juliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2012. Her second novel tentatively titled Arlen’s Harem, will be done one day soon! Follow her on Twitter and on Gab.ai.

Please contribute to Juliette’s JOB:  Her new novel, her blog, her Internet to keep the latter going and COFFEE to keep her going!

Or hit Da Tech Guy’s Tip Jar in the name of Independent Journalism!