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Greg Kareofelas (1962)

Hi Joel  Yes, the Sunset Drive In Fireworks were on the 3rd of July, so we could go watch the "official" Yolo county Faire display on the 4th of July

Thankyou Theresa for posting pix of the Drive In and Snack Bar

& I am certain I came in and bought a bag of popcorn from you Sally, and because you were in a different class (1964) than I was, I did not have to know your name :-)  So, thank you for commenting and reminding us of those days and now I know your Name !!

Happy Fourth everyone

Joel Childers (1966)

Sally - Did you know about how guys used to pile into the trunk of the car so they could escape the full price of admission? Not that I would do such a thing. 

Bernard Rocksvold (1965)

I worked for Superior Ambulance service during high school and would be allowed to take the old '48 Cadilac ambulance to the drrive in because I had to remain in radio contact with the office in case of an emergency. Many a run down the back roads with lights and siren to impress the girls. Sunset drive in never charged admission because it was an ambulance.

John James (1962)

Family night at the Sunset, one price for the whole car.   My kids didn’t know that and I would have them hide under a blanket when we went through the pay station.   How did they ever turn out to be so good and honest with a father teaching them such a thing! 😊

Sally Skellchock (Miller) (1964)

Yes, Joel. We knew peole did that. When I saw a suspicious vehicle come in (such as a girl who obviously wasn't familier with a stick shift, or a trunk that was bouncing or a rug in the back seat that was moving, I would call over to the snack bar and alert my dad. Didn't catch them all but he did catch some. Good old days!! 

Theresa Eve (1964)

It is amazing that we are experiencing this landmark time of the United States of America, 250 Years.  

Theresa Eve (1964)

                                         Looking back to where we began in Woodland. 

Joel Childers (1966)

Great pictures Bee. The first picture, 1948, my birthyear, Main Street looked the same then as when I left Woodland 19 years later. And it is still not that different looking, although most of the buildings and stores have changed hands and names. Hope you and all WHS graduates of the 1960s had a wonderful 4th of July. 

Theresa Eve (1964)

Joel:  We were lucky to grow up in  Woodland, California, a small town which provided great memories to reflect upon.  Love the Main Street picture.  We had great Christmas shopping times when all the stores were on Main Street, with the Red Christmas Bells which stretched across the Main Street.  The 4th of July takes us back. 

Ron Blickle (1963)

Growing up in Woodland back in the 50's and 60's was epitomized in the movie, American Graffiti, with all the cruizing and drag races, the A &W where everyone turned around to head back west on Main Street.  Your girlfriend right next to you before the bucket seats ruined everything and knowing every car in town and who owned them. We could not have been better epitomized than in that movie!

Greg Kareofelas (1962)

Hi Ron

I've been asking "Did anyone take a pic of the A&W, from back in the day". I have not been able to come up with anything, even close to that "turn-around spot". I think the other turn-around was the "Frosty" on West street? Again, no photos :-(

Joel Childers (1966)

We used to drive between A&W and Foster's Freeze in our teens. When we were kids, A&W sold rootbeer in 1/2 gallon and gallon jugs. We kids would carry the empty jugs back to A&W and have then refilled for a discount or just return the bottle for some change; 60 cents comes to mind, but I'm kidding myself if I remember that clearly.

Burke Fong (1967)

Theresa Eve (1964)

Classic A&W Menue Board as we all remember.    Those frosted mugs of rootbeer were the best.  Most of us did not have air conditioning in our homes during the early 1950s.  The prices were all so low: 5 to 10 cents for a mug of rootbeer  Joel:  In the 1950s 30 cents for a quart of rootbeer,  60 cents for a 1/2 gallon, and  $1.00 for a gallon. Good memory.   

       C

Harv Holley (1962)

This Forum has provided so many wonderful and informative opportunities to share and revisit memories of our lives in the 50' and 60's. I love reading your comments, and look forward to many more. We have been blessed in countless ways. 
Harvard (Harv) Holley 1962.

Theresa Eve (1964)

                                        Painted in 1937 - Farm Life

Painted by George Harris, funded by Treasury Relief Art Project, under Franklin D. Roosevelt's New Deal.  

                                    Woodland Post Office Farm Life  Art

My sister, JoAnne was in the Post Office this last month and said these murals were nor in the same place and looked mosr disregared in care.  Can someone look into the condition of these historical farm murals  

Connie Long (Brace) (1963)

My family only lived in Woodland for about 5 years during my late high school and college years, so I often times don't relate to all of the wonderful history that is so dear to so many of you.  However, cruising Main Street is one of my favorite memories, that and the wonderful A&W root beer.  I do have to relate that cruising led to one of the more embarressing events in my life.  My Dad was a retail representative for Standard Oil and as I was driving by the Standard Oil Station, I noticed that he was standing in the lot making a visit.  This young driver just had to pull in and say "Hello".  That was great!  However, I managed to back broadside into a car that had pulled in behind me.  To this day, I am amazed at my Dad's grace and patience regarding the accident.  He never said a word to me, but just took care of whatever needed to be done.

Walter J. "Wally" Summ (1967)

Theresa,  The Treasury Relief Art Project (TRAP) was funded by the WPA (Workers Progress Administration).  It  was formed to help get people back to work after the great depression and to get them off of welfare.

Another project, besides the Post Office, that can be seen around town are sidewalks that were poured between 1935 and 1938.  I've included a picture of a sidewalk at the corner of Bartlett Ave. and McKinley.

Also included is a picture of my Caterpillar 22 that I restored about 25 years ago. It's the same model as the one in the Post Office.

Theresa Eve (1964)

Wally, great tractor!  It is just like the mural picture around that period 1935-38.  Glad you showed your skilled work on a piece of farm equiment with history.  I remember seeing these tractors in the fields.  (1930s) 

    Leveling Farmland.  

Theresa Eve (1964)

      Electric Trolley Station in Woodland                              So glad this building was saved!  The Woodland Opera House.

Joel Childers (1966)

Thanks for those pictures, Theresa. Isn't it strange how our memories work. I can remember to this day the trolleys entering that buiding back from when I was a wee toddler, yet nowadays I can't remember what I watched on tv last night. The track used to go down Second Street and the Greyhound bus went down Third Street past our house. I had the pleasure of touring the refurbished opera house on my last visit to Woodland. When I was a kid, we peeked inside when it was spooky and full of cobwebs. Some great memories, and a bad one from when I was about 10 years old on my bike riding down the excavated area behind the opera house and I put my foot down squarely on a 4 inch nail sticking straight up out of a board. Blood flowed freely all the way home, then a trip to the doctor and stiches and a tetnus shot. Bummer. But overall growing up in small town Woodland was unbeatable. They have a so-so county fair where I live now, but I sure miss the Yolo County Fair. Maybe you'll have a chance to go this August. Wasn't your sister the Sugar Queen one year?

Theresa Eve (1964)

Joel:  We lived on Second Street when I was two years old.  Dad as a teacher worked at Beamer School.  I remember the Trolley and the rails in the street.  Yes, Mary ws the 1962 Sugar Queen.  The best she ever looked!  Good times.  Her other attendants were just as lovely.  I saved the newspaper article.  Kay Gunter was our neighbor behind us as we lived at 6 North McKinley.  Karen Danielson use to work at Nugget Market.  I just recently learned from the Class of 1962 - Smokey Murphy,  that they dared Mary to enter the contest.   

Theresa Eve (1964)

Ms. Kay Gunter Hartman, Class of 1962, passed September 1, 2009.  She lived with her family in Redding, Calfornia.  Alway so sweet, with a smile that would light up the room.  Talked to her at one of the last 1962 Reunions at the Hotel Woodland.  She was just as pretty as she was in 1962.

Linda Hotchkiss (Dela Torres) (1965)

So glad to hear mention of our "250" Anniversary.  In the early 1970's I told my dad I wanted to trace my lineage back to my emigrant ancestor.  Never dreamed I would still be working on it these countless years later.  I've found well over 30 Revolutionary soldiers and have proven 16 since becoming a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution...not bragging, just proud of my ancestry and our country.

Linda Hotchkiss (Dela Torres) (1965)

Guess I should have also mentioned I had one of the first if not the first Jewish families in America.  They came into Williamsburg ca. 1606.  So many came into America in the 1800's into New York.