Alameda circa 1950s

I am feeling a little nostalgic this evening and thought I would write a creative piece this morning. This came about a few minutes ago when I was browsing allposters.com to add to the Edmond's Penthouse. If you want to read about Neptune Beach check out the goodness http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neptune_Beach,_California So without further delay I give to you my vision of Alameda, Calif. in the 1950s and what like would be life:

6:45am. I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. The anvil rattles opposite the two bells just inches from my bed. I walk down the hall and splash water cooled by the brisk September night which remained undisturbed through the night until my hands plunged into the icy depths of the white porcelain sink. Next comes the hair combing and teeth brushing. A staple of any morning routine.

7am. I'm dressed in my jeans, cuffs rolled up so as to show off my Chuck Taylor Hightops, and my tucked in red and white plaid shirt. Downstairs my mother has already fixed breakfast as she walks over and spoons oatmeal onto my plate. A clump of the oatmeal falls from the wooden spoon and lands on her apron behind which is her blue dress being complimented by the pearls my father gave her for their 20th wedding anniversary. Across from me my father reads the morning paper which is plagued by news of the Soviets. I devour my oatmeal then rush out the door and out to Central Ave.

7:10 am. As I walk down Central I look up at the trees. I always marvel at how Central Ave. is a tree lined avenue...roughly the Spanish translation of Alameda. As I walk towards Alameda High with books in my left hand the wind picks up and intermixes with the smog coming from the Ford T-Bird which just passed me as it rumbles towards Park St.

7:25am. I reach my first stop of the morning. Shane's house. We continue on until we reach Tommy's. It is time. We proudly put on our letterman's jackets and walk towards the rising son towards Alameda High.

8am. We walk through a flood of pootle skirts and think rimmed glasses towards our lockers. The three of us are filled with anticipation as tonight is the big football game.


(More to follow. This really doesn't have a purpose except that I feel that Alameda was the prennial 1950s town. I'm attaching the postcard that brought about this whole composition.)