Articles written by Pat Gracey
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Shades of the past
I have been reading about panic buying at the stores. Due to my vintage age I have been requested...
The melody's familiar
I remember listening to the radio. Each program had a sponsor that paid to be mentioned at...
Lenten Services at Saint Malachy Church
The penitential season of Lent began on Ash Wednesday, Feb. 26 at St. Malachy Church, 407 W. E St.,...
Boots
I was looking through a book my husband and I put together about his Marine Corps experiences in...
Edward H. McDaniel 1879 – 1979
I received a call from my good friend, Del Troy, who was looking for some specific information about...
One hundred two...years!
In the summer when the temperature soars to 102 degrees we're looking for a cool place. When...
Oh, heck! I've been hacked
I awakened in a perfectly agreeable mood. It was time to write my article for The Loop newspaper...
Back in square nail days...
One-hundred-thirty-two years ago there was a small frame building built on West F Street. A frame...
As time goes by
I remember December 31, 2016, New Year's Eve. Father Time, old 2016 made an effort to throw the...
Ghosts of Thanksgivings past
"Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house we go. The horse knows the way to...
Travelin' days
In 1950, when I began living in the Southland, it was, and still is, 200 miles from Oceanside,...
Enter the wind/exit the lights
My earliest memories, as a child, involves lying in bed listening to the Mojave wind hitting the...
The lady
There hangs on my wall among an assortment of family photos a photo of a fine looking lady. Her...
Cuddeback, the name's familiar...
Pat's notes: In 2017 I wrote about the pioneer family; the Cuddebacks. Recently, someone pointed...
Santa Rosa Church in Lone Pine hits century mark
On Aug. 23, the Feast Day of Saint Rose of Lima, a small parish in the Owens Valley, Santa Rosa...
Happy Birthday, California
When you find that someone who should remember, such as a husband or a child, has forgotten your...
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...
