Sometime during the years of the Great Depression, World War II and the decade that followed, it seemed that we lived an eternal summer in a little neighborhood on the southern edge of Los Angeles. The world was in turmoil all about, but because of good fortune and the love of our parents and neighbors, life was extremely sweet on South Berendo. Time went by slowly and serious responsibility had not yet been placed on our shoulders. It was a time when most of us could play out our innocent childhood fantasies. These web pages are dedicated to the memory of those times.
In the good old summer time, . . . In the good old summer time, . . . Strolling through the shady lanes . . . With your baby mine; . . . You hold her hand and she holds yours And that's a very good sign . . . That she's your tootsey-wootsey . . . In the good old summer time.