Before we moved into the little pink house we lived at 828 Orange in Holtville CA, I remember this well because it was my first introduction to sex. Just suffice to say a friends daughter taught me a couple of things her brother and cousin had been teaching her. LOL I was a great student by the way. and our relationship continued for a few months. Also I caught the neighbors two young sons giving each other oral sex. they were about 5 and 6 years old.
Also at this house I was watching TV and saw a man looking into the window above the television and yelled for my sisters. We all took off down the alley and ran to the bar where my parents were with friends and told them what had happened.
From here we moved to the little pink house and then to the house on ninth street. then the last house we lived in before leaving Holtville to move to Central California. This house was out in the country along highway 80 just a few miles out of Holtville heading to Yuma AZ. it was on a big curve in highway 80, and on the banks of a drainage ditch for the irrigation water from the fields. There was a large lot with out buildings and a nice large house. I enjoyed this house, and got my first puppy there, we had always had dogs but this one was Mine not ours. he had black circles around his eyes and so naturally I named him "Rings". We explored the countryside, and had a great life for a while. Mom and Dad had a lot of friends, and were always having parties. Mom would cook all day making pan after pan of her famous enchiladas, and a large pot of chili beans. Families came over and brought their kids, always a number 3 washtub of Iced down beer and another of Ice cold pop. We would play until the early morning hours when every one had left. On one of these occasion it was early after noon and all the kids my age were exploring the drainage ditch and came across ta fish trap for bait it was full of minnows and young cat and other small fishes, so we took it to the house and got another #3 washtub filled it with water and put them all in it. A few days later a guy came up all mad caused we had stole his trap lol.. but we gave it back and he left.
Another occasion Patsy and I were fighting, and I was chasing her around trying to hit her. Betty and Phyllis were encouraging us to get each other and enjoying the show which they did very often. Well Betty yells at me "Grab the frog gig James" so I did and pushed it between Betty and Phyllis trying to stick Patsy but I actually hit Betty in the head with it. It didn't penetrate very deep but was bleeding a lot. There was a young ,man hitchhiking and he had asked for a drink and watched the entire incident by the way. Well before we could get the bleeding stopped Mom & Dad came home and asked what happened. We weren't about to tell them the truth, and Betty said "I hit my head on a nail in the wall" We looked everywhere for a nail the right height and never found it but that was our story and we stuck to it. As far as I know none of us ever told them the truth about that night.
One day, Mom & Dad found out that a local Watermelon farmer had finished his harvest and was letting every one glean what was left in the field before he disced it under. we went out there and filled the trunk & back seat of our 55 Buick and brought them home. We put a sign along the road "Watermelon 25 cents or 5 for $1" made a lot of sales too. we had them under our old swamp cooler with the cool water dripping over them it was great to split on open and eat it.
This was also where I found out Elmer the skunk had got pneumonia and died. At some point My folks made the decision to move to central California and at first we just drove up there to visit Aunt Essie, but I did not return for about 6 years. Mom Dad Phyllis and Betty went back to the house to get our belongings, and almost left Rings behind. But Phyllis and Betty would not let them. We Moved into Aunt Essies wash house on the farm where her and her husband worked. our furniture was fruit crates, and we looked like a bunch of fruit tramps. Dad got a job operating equipment for the ranch, and Mom and the kids worked the harvest. We were in a small town named Ballico Ca. and I will never forget it. One main building was the down town, as you walked up the steps if you went straight you were in the general store, if you went right you were in the Post Office and if you went left you were in the bar. Oh there were other things there too, tractor shops. but the store was also the gas station. I went to 6th grade here so that is another story.
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