Mother made sure we were the first on the block to have a new Oldsmobile. And my father inspired my creativity . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My brother and I would sit on the curb in front of our house waiting for our father to come home.
He was a roofer and he would promise to take us to look at the glass houses he was building on the bluffs of San Juan Capistrano. Since we visited them often, together we would dream of one day moving into one of those homes

 

 

It took many years before I discovered the details about my family's modest beginnings.

 

My parents lived in a small trailer that sat behind my grandmother Lopez' house,in Los Angeles, California. We lived there for three years.