March 1967. My grandparents took me to California to visit my aunt, uncle and cousins. It was my first flight ever, and it made me feel very special to be taken along. I was only thirteen.
I remember the flight meal, the sensation of my ears popping, and changing planes in Chicago. In San Francisco we boarded a large helicopter for the flight across the bay to Palo Alto. Having come from the snowy northeast, I was amazed at how green everything in California was at that time of year.
We spent two weeks, with trips up the coast, to the beach, and into San Francisco. I had my first taco at a stand on the beach, and my first avocado served with a meal. I remember listening to records with my cousins, especially The Monkees, who were the rage then.
Here we are Easter Sunday with the Golden Gate in the background….my aunt Jean, me, and my cousin, Brian.
Thanks to Sally for hosting this meme!
