Oh Zazu! When I was little we lived in Torrence and there was a dairy farm behind our street. I barely remember the older boys picking us up to look over the fence so we could see the "moo cows." And Cerritos, where my father-in-law grew up, used to be known as Dairyland! There was also a Cal-Va Dairy farm on 17th Street in Santa Ana - I remember going on a field trip there around the 2nd or 3rd grade and seeing (smelling) all the cows there - the little store building is still there (I just passed by there about a week ago) - the farm part is a mobile home park now.Zazu wrote:*I* was born in Los Angeles. I grew up there. There was a dairy 1/4 mile from my house, and us kids watched *everything* that went on there. Oh yes we did. But now, living in Florida, I can't find a single person who will believe I grew up in L.A. around cattle.
We didn't move to O.C. until the beginning of 1963 - my father decided to move after the Cuban Missile Crisis - he thought that with all the oil refineries around the South Bay, that would be one of the first areas targeted by the Russians - so when we moved to Huntington Beach, it was like we were moving to the boondocks. I think the equivalent today would be someone moving from L.A. to Norco or worse yet, Baker out in the middle of the desert! Either way, So. Cal. is not the same - it's just too developed and yuppified in most places. At least old Fullerton still has some charm and integrity to it... :dog3: