When I was nine and my brother eight, our family flew from Ohio to California to visit my maternal grandparents. I remember that we flew there on July 4th, 1976, so we all wore red-white-and-blue outfits (carefully picked out by Mom, who should have been a scrapbooker but isn’t!).
I think we stayed for almost a month, and I have several little moments stored in my memory from that time with our grandparents. One of the days I remember is when we visited Knott’s Berry Farm, where we had these photos taken. I thought I’d provide them in a little larger format here because they really are special photos, and they’re a bit hard to see well on the layout.
The first is of my grandparents with me and Phil in the gold mine, and the second is of me and Phil and Daddy on a ride.
As I was creating this page, I seemed to remember that Knott’s Berry Farm sold jelly when we were there and that it was kind of a big deal to the theme of the park. So I did a little rooting around on their web site and found out this interesting tidbit:
“It was not until the 1930s that Walter became associated with the “boysenberry” which would became the family trademark. Nearby, Anaheim Parks Superintendent Rudolph Boysen had experimented with a new strain of berry but the plants kept dying on the vine. Walter took the scraggly plants, nurtured them to health and named the new berry – a cross between a loganberry, red raspberry and blackberry – after its originator. Today, all boysenberries in the world can trace their roots to Knott’s Berry Farm.”
So I created a little jelly jar with a boysenberry to tuck in behind one of the photos. And this little detail on my page makes be ridiculously happy!