My Trails into the Past

In 1980, I went on a plane ride with a friend from the model railroad club. We left from Buchanan Airport in Concord, California and flew to Stockton Airport where we took a break and then flew back. It was a two-seater plane and very noisy. I had to wear headphones so we could talk. I don’t remember exactly what we flew over except that I requested we fly over the Junction, what we called the California Railway Museum (now called the Western Railway Museum), located on Highway 12 between Fairfield and Rio Vista. John was a little nervous to fly over the museum, as the Travis Air Force Base air space was very near the edge of the museum. So we flew on the east side, away from their air space. I had brought my camera and took a few shots. This is what the museum looked in in 1980. The long building is a car barn, housing many of the old streetcars and interurbans. The smaller, but wider building is the shop. The building on the west side next to the railroad tracks was called “Terry’s...

It's Saturday Night -  time for more Genealogy Fun!  Randy Seaver’s mission for us this week is: Your mission, should you decide to accept it (cue the Mission Impossible music here) is to: 1) Have you written your memoirs yet? If so, please share with us one story from your childhood. If not, then start your memoirs! The story could be a memory of your family life, your schoolwork, your neighborhood, etc. It doesn't have to be a certain length - just something you recall. 2) Tell us about it in your own blog post, in a comment to this blog post, or in a post on Facebook. Be sure to leave a link to your work as a Comment to this post.. Here's mine: First Trip on a Plane I took my first trip on an airplane with my grandmother (Nana) in the summer of 1969. We went down to southern California, primarily to attend a wedding of Nana’s great-niece, Christine. We stayed three weeks with Nana’s sister, Loretta, in Pomona. We then were driven down to San Di...