This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. (91) I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Memories of Ventura
Isn't this a striking photograph of Ventura? Ventura is on a flat area next to the Pacific Ocean and goes up into the coastal hills. This photo was taken from up in the hills. Ventura is located between Los Angeles and Santa Barbara. Ventura played a significant role in my life. This photo brought back many memories of my family in Ventura. I have many vivid memories of our time in
In November of 1954 Jackie gave birth to our second daughter and our third child, Kerry Lee. At that time we were living in Sacramento. When Kerry was 2 or 3 weeks old I was transferred to the Ventura District of Schlumberger. I was 29 and had worked for Schlumberger for four years.
We lived in a motel in Ventura or several weeks. Kerry's bed was a dresser drawer. She now has a king size bed.
We were in Ventura for a little more than a year. I was then transferred to Santa Maria to be a Station Manager. We stayed in Santa Maria long enough for our son Michael Kevin to be born on July 4, 1955. (Back to two diaper pails.) Soon I was transferred to Newhall, California to be a District Manager.
You can understand why this time was an exciting time in my life. Our third and fourth children were born. I was promoted twice. We lived in four different cities within a couple of years.
We were glad that our lives then slowed down a little. We lived in two more cities before I left Schlumberger and went to work for an oil company in Long Beach, California. I have always had a warm spot in my heart for Ventura.
Posted by Chuck Monson at 4:08 PM