Bed and breakfast

With the exception of David Nunley, all our mother's brothers frequented the 1234 Pease Court bed and breakfast on many occasions as they traversed through on their way to better paying jobs than could be found in Oklahoma, or after they were discharged from the obligatory military service of their day. Monte Joe was withdrawn and sad after his experiences in Korea, sitting for hours on the beach with a six pack of beer, and staring silently at the soft waves of the bay. Roger came after running away from home at the age of fourteen. He had hitchhiked from Oklahoma. He taught me many things including how to fight and swipe candy and cigarettes at the local grocery store. Jay was the most exciting and dynamic and I wanted to grow up to be just like him. Glenn was my favorite with his sense of humor and positive outlook on life. Donald Ray was the gentlest and kindest of the bunch, being the only one that refrained from teasing me mercilessly.



The Truscott uncles never stayed there. Uncle Robert was wealthy by our standards and owned his own foundry company. Uncle Babe was the husband of our dad's sister, Alice. He was head of purchasing for Ronson lighters in LA, and as a result he received gifts from vendors that included tickets to Knotts Berry Farm, Disneyland, and the Los Angeles Dodgers baseball games. It was always a major treat to visit them in Monrovia. Uncle Ralph was Aunt Ada's husband and as mentioned never once called me by my correct name. Ernie, I had mentioned earlier, a happy go lucky guy who drank and smoked and was married seven times, but still lived to be eighty-three. He enjoyed every one of those years, there's no doubt. Ron