In 1955, the playground at Edison Elementary School, in Alameda, California, would have been a rollicking place. One of the moms just knew how to get a laugh, she always had the ladies rolling. She was the housewife from Ohio, the one with five
We walk past dozens of houses, every day, and never realize that the people who have occupied them over the years were chock full of hopes, dreams, tragedies, dramas. That the people who occupy them, now and then, are each the center of their o
The story of a Japanese American family, and a little something called vitreous marble (with a million flowers, a baby-judging contest, and some 1930s cops who learned yawara-jitsu on the off-chance they would stop beating people upside the hea
People tend to remember that time John F. Kennedy paid a visit to Dallas in 1963. But that quick visit, the speeches he gave (and didn't give), the crowds, even the convertible shared with a state governor - all of that was par for the course f
Not all stories have happy endings. People die, people split up, kids don’t go to college after all, women’s social clubs come to a quiet end. The good news is that the flu pandemic ended, never to return…Oh wait. Nevermind. At least I met s
We like our heroes to be straight out of the comic books: flawless, noble, and generally great. But sometimes really good things are accomplished by people who are kind of jerks. Alameda was lucky enough to have one such jerk, at just the right