Growing Up in the Fifties

I saw this originally posted on the Leuzinger 1964 group page on Facebook. But in case you are not on Facebook, or missed it there, here is the link to the YouTube video.  The video is just words and is of poor quality, but I really enjoy watching these types of videos, just the same.

I remember almost everything in this video. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Happy New Year!


50/60s Theme for Our 50th Reunion?

I received an email suggesting that we adopt a 50/60s theme for our upcoming 50th Reunion, including dressing in the style of clothes we wore during high school. We could come dressed as surfers, hodads etc. Ths person had recently attended a  50/60s party and everyone really liked the idea and had a lot of fun with it.

We are already planning for the music of the evening to be Oldies But Goodies, so a having a 50/60s Theme would fit right in. However, if we were to adopt the theme, dressing the part would be totally optional. The reunion committee thought that this should be decided by the class as a whole.

I have included the poll below. Please take a moment to voice your opinion, even if you are unsure right now whether or not you will be able to attend the reunion.  The poll will be active through Sunday, January 20th. The poll also allows you to add any comments you may have.

Let us know what you think!

Memories of Southern California

These photos were forwarded to me by our classmate Janet McClelland Sapp. I don’t know how many PeeChee folders I bought from our Student Store, but it was a lot.

To fit into this format some of the photos have been cropped on their right side. To see the non-cropped photos CLICK HERE. 

For those of you who may have grown up around here (or not; weird and cool at the same time)…




Behold! We’re At the Drive-In 1958

Thrifty Drug Store – Southern California 1940’s

Orange County, California – 1969

Los Angeles, 1940’s – Christmas on Broadway

Hollywood and Vine early 1950s

Figueroa Tunnels, Los Angeles 1940s – Later became the Pasadena Freeway, the 1st Freeway in the U.S.

Helms Bakery Truck

Snow in downtown Los Angeles, 1949

Clifton’s Cafeteria – Interior, West Covina, California, 1968

Market Basket – Studio City, California 1960’s

Shoppers at Eastland Shopping Center, West Covina, Ca -March 1958

Pacific Sands Development, Huntington Beach, California – 1950’s

cCucamonga, California – 1950’s


Rainy Day in L.A. – 1950s

L.A. 1950’s

c1960. Case Study House 22. Stahl residence at 1635 Wood Drive, Los Angeles. Architect Pierre Koenig. Color transparency by Julius Shulman

When Life was Pee Chee in School

L.A. City Hall Under Construction, 1928

L.A. COUNTY FAIR – Fun Zone 1962


Manhattan Beach, California 1957

Hollywood Freeway, 1940s-50s

Venice Beach, 1930


L.A. Hollywood 1962 Capitol Records Building

L.A. – Looking north on Main



L.A. – 2nd and Hill St. 1950s


Los Angeles 1898 – Third and Hill


Metro and the Mart, 1962

L.A. 1956

Going to Disneyland!

L.A. – Sunset Cafe 1930’s

L.A. – Bunker Hill / Angels Flight area 1940s

Virginia Dare Winery, Cucamonga, California 1910


Los Angeles 1960s Ralphs

1935 L.A. Area Map (Texaco Gas)

Googies Restaurant and San Carlos Hotel – downtown L.A.


Wilshire Blvd – Miracle Mile 1950s, Los Angeles, California


MODERN SHOPPING CENTER, 1961 – Ventura, California

L.A. – S. Broadway, 1957


El Monte Hospital, 1930’s

Early mid century TV moment

L.A. – Wilshire 1954

Los Angeles 1950s 101

Los Angeles 1950s Hollywood Bowl Traffic

RCA Indian Head test pattern

cLakewood Center 1950s

Tumbleweed Theater, El Monte, California – 1939

Thrifty Drug Store – Southern California, 1960’s

Los Angeles Streetcar 1949

Food Giant Grand Opening, 1951

Cucamonga, California 1955

L.A. River drag racing 1950s




Do You Know Barb and Bob?

John Baker is the creator of the, one of the best places for a nostalgic glimpse of what it was like growing up in the 60s in the South Bay, especially Hawthorne. True, it is the Hawthorne High School website, but after 50 years, I don’t let deter me from reliving that time by visiting the site occasionally. If you have not explored it, I would strongly suggest doing so.

At any rate, today I got the following email from John.

Hi Don,
Long time since we last talked.
I received an email from a guy who lives in England. He had found a photo album in Venice CA in 1990 and is trying to find out who the people are in the photos. All his detective work points to the Hawthorne area. Thought I would check with you and your group to see if you would know either of these two people. These were taken in 1968 and the people have what looks to be a 4 year old. I’m thinking they would have graduated around our era. I have posted this info on Cougartown and maybe you could add it to the 63 Leuzinger site.
The Blog where all the info is, can be found here:
Any help would be appreciated and please let me know if you, or any of your group know these people.
Thanks for the help Don,
John Baker


Does either Barb or Bob look familiar? As John states, they may not even be from the South Bay.

If you click on the link in his email, there some additional deduced details about them and a few photos of the local area taken during the 60s.

If you think that you have some information that may help to locate either Barb or Bob, please email John Baker at It would be interesting to us to also post a comment here.

It is an interesting mystery.

Cool Video Courtesy of Paul Jorgensen

I got the link for this video from our classmate, Paul Jorgensen a week or so ago. It gets me excited about our 50th Reunion.

Our reunion is coming going to be here for you know it. Look at the big countdown icon on the left. It is now less then one year away. If you have not ordered your ticket, I urge you to do so. Remember, the early bird special does not last forever.

Class of 1963 Memories on Pinterest is a social website where people put up boards and then pin links to interesting sites they have found on the internet. I began using Pinterest a while back to share interesting places and content I have found on the net.

I have made several boards. One of them is for sharing links to videos, pictures, and stories that will take you back to when we were in high school. Here is the link to that Pinterest board.

I have added only a very few pins so far, but will add more as we move towards our 50th Reunion. One of the pins on this Pinterest board points to our senior class panorama  picture on YouTube. If you have not seen this video since I first posted it about four years ago, you will want to take another look. Like they often do in Hollywood, this video has been totally re-mastered. It should be far easier for you to find yourself in the video as it pans across our class.

Neighborhood Memories

Marvin Parish, Phil Sowers and I recently shared a few memories of our neighborhood malt shop. The three of us went to Williams and then Yukon Intermediate. That was our neighborhood.

The exchange started with the poem at the bottom of this post that Marvin had forwarded to us.


Remember when we got in trouble for “acting up” at the Malt Shop?

You know the place where you had to wait 30 minutes for a cheeseburger and a chocolate malt and it was worth it. Les was the barber and his sister ran the malt shop. What was with her? What was with Les? In this day and age the sister would be in some type of “home” and Les would probably be “registered”.


Marv and Phil,

I really liked the 50s version of email. It brings back fond memories.

I too went to the malt shop a lot growing up. Mrs. Grizell was the mother. I did not call it the Malt Shop. It was Mrs. Grizell’s to me. As I remember her, she had red hair. Her son, Les had the barber shop next store. For some reason my mom did not like the way he cut my hair, so I went to Chuck’s on Yukon. The magazines were better there anyway. Mrs. Grizell’s plain looking daughter, who worked in the malt shop was named Chickie. I call her plain, because she wore very plain dresses.

I don’t remember having to wait a long time when I ate there. Our whole family really liked the food. We used to take out our orders. That was when I learned that if you ate your food there, you had to pay sales tax. If you took it home, there was no tax. Chickie’s cheeseburgers were very good, but my favorite were the tacos at $.30.

I would get mine with hot sauce. One day when I was about nine, I asked for extra hot sauce. I may have said lots of hot sauce. Chickie obliged. That afternoon, there was a Cub Scout meeting at my house, and I attended with zinc oxide on both my upper and lower lips.



Don and Marv,

Hi guys, boy do I remember “those tacos” to this day. I believe they were the first tacos I’d ever had. My wife Pat makes wonderful tacos but I can still taste those from Lamole  street. In fact, My folks thought I’d marry a Mexican girl just because I ate so many tacos. Oh what memories.

Thanks for sharing our youth. I’ll smile all night!



And now for the 50s version of email poem.

1950s version of an E-Mail
I have no idea who put this together, but it is wonderful!!
Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan, or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me,

For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.

We learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn,
We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn..

We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince,
And Eddie Fisher married Liz , and no one’s seen him since.

We danced to ‘Little Darlin,’ and sang to ‘Stagger Lee’
And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many,
And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney
And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see
A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice,
And when they made a movie, they never made it twice..

We didn’t have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three,
Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp,
And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp.

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We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T,
And Oprah couldn’t talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.
We had our share of heroes, we never thought they’d go,
At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.

For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,
And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We’d never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,
And Airplanes weren’t named Jefferson , and Zeppelins were not Led.

And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,
Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We’d never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars,
And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.

And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and ‘gay’ meant fancy-free,
And dorms were never co-ed in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We hadn’t seen enough of jets to talk about the lag,
And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.

And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,
And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Buicks came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,
And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.

And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee,
And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had no Crest with fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues,
We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the Land That Made Me
, Me.
There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,
And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill..
And middle-aged was 35 and old was fifty-three,
And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me.

But all things have a season, or so we’ve heard them say,
And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A.
They send us invitations to join AARP,
We’ve come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me.

So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans,
And wonder why they’re using smaller print in magazines..
And we tell our children’s children of the way it used to be,
Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me.

If you didn’t grow up in the fifties,
you missed the greatest time in history.

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