Saturday, 5.21 at 10:15AM.
group, the Kent's, Anderson's and Teresa Hockenberry (her first
train ride), took the train from Fullerton to Union Station, Los Angeles
the initial journey I chatted with a lovely lady, Maria. Got her entire
family history which I found fascinating. One of nine, no
mother raised by the father, a railroad worker for 26 years. A
single parent of five, Maria worked 2 and 3 jobs. Every child a
college educated, professional. Once we arrived Maria led us in the
right direction to enter Union Station. (See attached photo)
we met our hosts and exited the station we passed by Maria. She saw the
sign Kathy was holding (See attached photo) and asked if Emmanuel
was our church. Her eyes lit up. Wearing a huge smile she said, "They
didn't know what to name my first grandchild. I said name him,
"Emmanuel, God with us."
The journey continues-
and Walter welcomed us and from start to finish proved to be superior
hosts. Their apartment is lovely, just the right amount of room with
wonderful views from every window.
were interesting, very helpful strangers along the way.Some talked to
us and to themselves. They and the Palmers taught us how to get to
Hollywood Forever (an iconic cemetery) "take bus #4." Also, Kathy made
fast friends with someone via cell phone and with phone calls along the
way this person provided support for our bus travel. We used
the term bus #4 several times that day...whether appropriate not.
Got a problem, question or concern? Bus #4.
was a lot of walking, seemed like we chased a bus or two, chatting,
story telling (remember we were with the Palmers) and laughter. We rode
back towards Union Station via the Red Line...a first for our troop and
a great method of travel.
day wrapped up with lunch at Philippes, home of the French Dip
sandwich. They have been in business for 100 years with the same
family operating the concern. Coffee in house is 9 cents! I
speak for myself when I say, that was THE best French Dip sandwich I've
ever consumed. The coleslaw and lemon meringue pie were first rate as
walked back to Union Station via Olvera Street, made a quick
stop to sample churros (sp?) sweetened rolled, deep fried (I think)
pastry, one filled with wait for it......caramel and the other
whipped cream. All but me sampled the two confections. There were sighs
and oh my goodnesses exchanged all around.
promised Kathy and Walter escorted us back to our train on
time. We bid the P's a fond farewell and headed back to Fullerton.
Upon arrival as we departed the train I suggested to complete our
journey we might look for bus #4. My suggestion was met with, Oh sure,
Yeah right and a couple under-the-breath comments that weren't
quite clear. Anyway hugs all around and good night. We departed for
our respective homes (5:30PMish)
I learned: (1) I had a personal lesson on How to conduct oneself
when using public tranportation. Where to look and where not to
look while in a bus or on the Red Line. Saw quickly of course some
amazing tattoos and piercings. While at Philippes I noted
that Ken Anderson received unsolicited instructions from a
perfect stranger, Been eatin' here for 50 years, on how and where to properly stand in line.
I asked the unofficial line director what was good here. He replied, Only order French Dip and a coke....for 50 years.
observing the head stones and mausoleums at Hollywood Forever
Cemetary Kathy mentioned, "This is a good place to see what kind of hair
dos were in style." Yes there were sorta life like images carved
into the granite. Further Kathy noted, Or to select names for your
(4)Also, interesting thing about the bus drivers, sometimes they stop at designated bus stops and sometimes they don't.
sum up- It was an adventure I am thrilled to have had and I plan to
have another in the near future. After all there is Chinatown, a more
thorough visit to Olvera Street and a return to Philippes.
Thank you to Kathy & Walter Palmer for a most eclectic experience.
Nancy J. Kent