I have always had a love for the seasons. Notice how my memories are in the past tense. While La Verne’s campus and charming town have anchored me for many seasons, all I can remember is school. I cannot help but ask, when will I have time to sit back and smell the flowers?
In my family, not going to college was not an option. I knew I always wanted to go to college, but did not know where. As I developed a study focus, I narrowed it down to the University of La Verne.
When I was very young, Saturday evenings usually consisted of a road trip down Bonita Avenue, if you can call that a road trip. The destination? The good old Claremont Village.
My sister Margo and I piled into the station wagon, holding a green bean casserole and pumpkin pie on our laps. We were ready to go, heading from our home in Temple City to Grandma and Grandpa’s house in La Verne for Christmas.
I have many fond memories from my childhood in La Verne. There were the Fourth of July parades; Christmas mornings when Santa drove around on his fire truck; and going to the La Verne Library on Saturdays to listen to story times.