Juanita Dumas Heyerman here.  Well, being born in 1954 I was only 6 when we
 moved away from Berendo.  I don't remember any dates in a cooler at the
 Eldridges.  Whenever I'd go next door Mrs Eldridge would give me a stick of
 gum out of the pocket of her apron, which hung on the back of a door in the
 kitchen.

 My friends were Colleen Swenson and Marty Chenier and Cathy Murray.  I was
 scared of Colleen's boxer or bull dog or whatever he was, and was amazed
 that she wasn't afraid of him.  I remember going to the Murray house to say
 the rosary, but I thought it was a weekly thing, not for a particular person.

 Another memory is of the pool at Centinela (which I pronounced in my head
 Simmonella).  High walls that were sort of light blue and shimmery, and
 open at the top so the light and sound of the water came in - was that the
 passage from the dressing rooms?  I remember the smell as you walked along
 there.  It must have been chlorine, but to me it was half terror of the
 water and half awe at being with the big kids.