Writing about Marta and Hildemara in the Central Valley of California brought back lots of memories from my childhood – and time I spent with my grandmother in Livingston. Both of my parents worked, so my brother and I spent time each summer with Grandma. We both looked forward to it!
It gets HOT in Livingston, and we’d take a daily dip or two in the irrigation ditch at the back of the property. I never got used to the creepy weeds that grew on the bottom. My imagination came up with all kinds of scenarios of what they were and what could happen.
The “soil” was sand, and the whole ranch felt like a beach to us, until we stepped on a goat’s head thistle. Ouch! The sand was also hot, so hot we could blister our feet if we didn’t wiggle them under the surface. Or run as fast as we could to the next shady spot. Our feet got so tough we could stick our toes into the bubbles of melting macadam.