REALY OLD MEMORIES

    I have been remiss in blogging for some time now.Perhaps I can attribute this to a lack of energy or maybe a few health problems. I'll spare you the details.

Strangely, the older I get the farther back go my memories. The early 1930s are becoming shockingly clear in my mind. I was between 5 and 10 years old during this period. Business was terrible. This was the big depression and I am sure my Dad was pretty worried. Poor as we were, we nevertheless lived in a huge and lovely rented house with an enormous yard. Even poor folks like our family somehow had four or more maids and several gardeners. Dad drove an enormous Cadillac cabriole purchased in about 1928 when times were good.

Mexico was still in turmoil at this time. There were practicaly no controls over anything.This was manifested in the dog business. Dad had purchased a Great Dane(it turned out it wasn't) and two Irish Terriers (they were something else ) and a disgusting
Scotty. The so called Dane, Tiger, was enormous. When he was a puppy the local vet was commissioned to cut the ears. What a quack he turned out to be. He cut the ears off the poor dog and as a freebie, he lopped off his ( the dog"s ) tail. The dog grew up to be a fierce looking beast but he was a gentle giant. He was the only dog allowed in the house but at night he patrolled  the perimeter of the huge yard, probably  1  kilometer around. We never had any fear of burglars thanks to the all night vigil. To leave nothing to chance, Dad kept a loaded 45 by his bed every night.

Back to the poverty situation: Apparently the household budget did not allow anything for clothing. All the cloths I had were handmedowns from Carl, through Dean and Lee. I was dressed in rags. When Toti came along some years later he got all new stuff. Needless to  to say, I was resentful for many years.