Fridays with Mauri


My dad told me this story as we sat at a restaurant overlooking Market Street in Kirkland, the same road his nine year old self took to the then distant day camp. Up the hill from the restaurant is where my 80 year old father now visits his teenage grandchildren. While we watched lines of cars waiting to turn onto Juanita Drive my dad told me that as campers they swam, had picnics and played organized games. They also picked caterpillars off a strawberry field that belonged to a doctor who lived on Capital Hill, near my father's house, one of many enormous homes populated by large Catholic families. The doctor's home was a stately Capital Hill mansion. "The windows curved around the side of the house, so they bent the glass." In Juanita, my dad remembers dumping jars of caterpillars plucked from the strawberries. "We were paid by the jar." My dad winced. "We burned them."
At that time the population of Seattle was about 550,000 people. My dad is eighty years old. He's seen the jet city turn into the tech city and has stories from every era. I feel lucky to share a small part of his memories. Stay tuned for more.
Have a great weekend. Thanks for reading.

Published on September 23, 2017 06:23
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