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Speak Out
Boomers growing up
Thanks to Rita Baum for writing an in the May 5 Senior Section of the Willow Glen Resident recognizing the good things "my" generation did. These praises are few and far between, and I thought many times I was in the "Lost Generation."
As a youngster I could hardly wait to grow up and be a part of the glamorous group as depicted on the screen in those days. Of course growing up really meant jobs, marriage, babies and responsibilities and taking care of the baby boom.
All of a sudden being old enough to be sophisticated was outmoded ... everything was for the young. According to Madison Avenue, if you didn't look 18 you were old.
It has been a delight in the past few years to read that the baby boomers are "discovering" menopause, wrinkles (heaven forbid), caring for aging parents, grief and a new "in" generation called X. Welcome to the real world, kids! Let's hope your kids will remember all the good things you did, and not just blame you for all of their troubles.
Adu Bagley
Monte Sereno
That Old House
I currently live in the Central Valley, but was raised in a small tudor-style home on Carolyn Avenue, in Willow Glen. I have fond memories of my 20 years growing up there. I have friends, to this day, that I played with as a young child on Carolyn.
It was approximately six months ago that I learned that the couple who purchased the home from my parents had torn it down, and were going to rebuild. I was in shock when I heard that it was no longer standing. And although I don't begrudge them for the decision to start anew, (the home was very termite infested, and in need of costly repair) I would have loved to have come,taken pictures, and walked through it, just one last time....
It was, however, only recently that I was told by my father-in-law, who still resides in Willow Glen, about the article in your paper regarding the 'remodel' they were doing (April 21 - ironically, my birthday - Volume 13, Issue 16).
I was completely surprised by what I saw. I had heard, from several people that had been by the 'old house' that the new one was 'HUGE!', but was not prepared for what I saw in print. To be quite honest, I laughed openly at the absurdity of how incredibly large it really was.
The house I grew up in is gone, no matter what they choose to replace it with, yet I feel for the neighbors surrounding them. They are the ones who will have to contend with this encroachment on their quaint environment.
The most positive thing that I can say about their 'remodel', is that they have kept a very few, yet distinct features, from my old house. I was very happy, to at least see this.
Anna Silva-Berg
via email
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