Articles written by Pat Gracey
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Next time try the train
A few weeks back I was asked to speak to a crowd at the Friends of the Depot meeting. They wanted me...
Over the picket fence
When I was no more than 12, in 1940, I used to spend some time in the afternoons sitting on the...
A man to remember
When I occasionally travel Willow Springs Road toward Rosamond and Lancaster, I pass Truman Road...
Anselmo – a Vaquero – a man
In the early 1800s, the entire San Joaquin Valley of Central California was populated by the Native...
Harry Truman drops in for a visit
It was a sunny day in the fall of 1948 in Tehachapi and I was fairly new at my job in the Bank of Te...
A new look
While the City of Tehachapi was watching the country attempting to pull itself from the Great...
The Stradivarius
People tell me that they like to hear some of my husband's old Marine Corps tales. I always enjoyed...
Swappin' stories
It's been three-and-one-half years since Pam and Tom Stenson initiated the Veterans Breakfast here...
Only a bootlegger's daughter
A few weeks ago I wrote of the Mojave Gold Rush and the discovery of the Golden Queen Mine that...
Forever Joan
Way back in 2011, the latest news was the BeeKay Theatre mural taking place in the form of a line...
Gold fever
Mt. Soledad, a mauve colored sentinel, whose pock marked sides show the effects of many years of...
Beth and Tony Anthony
Sometimes when writing about people I find myself including little vignettes from their past;...
Sally Lange Errecart – Born here, raised here, still here
I used to see Sally Lange in her father's shop on Green Street. It was called Lange's Radio and Elec...
Travelin' days
In 1950, when I began living in the Southland, it was, and still is, 200-miles from Oceanside,...
Margie and Kelcy
Taking another look at the BeeKay Mural one may see Margie and Kelcy Owens, two citizens who...
A dog's best friend is those who love them
Everyone has a dog story. Those animals whose main concern is the person who owns them. Their love...
Those darned bubble lights
In 1950, when my husband and I were newlyweds, we decorated our first Christmas tree. Since his Mari...
A family affair
A group on the BeeKay Theatre mural shows us three generations looking quite happy as they stand in...
The story of Mildred and Bud Cummings
Standing fourth in line in the BeeKay Theatre Mural one will see two more "old timers," Mildred and...
A wartime love story
Continuing a look at the BeeKay Theatre Mural, we skip down several folk to a U.S. Marine and his pr...
Baumgart, Kanstein and The Beekay Mural
The year was 1936. Green Street had just been paved for the first time. We had 15.68 inches of rain...
The Golden State
Each Sept. 9, I often remind people that it is the anniversary of the State of California's...
'Dead Man's Curve'
Years ago when one traveled to Bakersfield over U.S. Highway 466, it involved going down what is...
Because it's there
I have heard or maybe read that when asking folk who climb mountains why they do it, they sometimes...
If you've never lived in a Quonset hut
My first experience living in a Quonset hut was, as a bride, in 1950. The tunnel-like buildings...
