It's been over 50 years plus since I walked, ran and was pushed down this sidewalk. The kids I used to know have moved on, a few families still live in the area but mostly older parent their children my friends long gone to other partso the country or worse case have passed on.
As I look at this sidewalk I remember being pushed as I sat atop my 1956 Murray Hook and ladder fire truck, a pedal operated toy, that I had quickly out grown. The neighbor kids and I would take turns riding the fire engine we would push it as the one sitting in it controled the steering. At the end of the street the curve was sharp, if you made the turn with out rolling the next part was the railroad tracks some fifty feet further. In those days the tracks were a mainline into Los Angeles hauling fruits and vegatable from the different growers or beef from some of the ranches further south.
The fire engine made it's demise behind a parked moving truck that backed over it, the kids well guess we grew up. But the memory of being pushed as fast as some one could run making the turn and getting across the crossing as the lights flashed...stil bring back memories...