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Roving Reporter Stan Wharton went to the Bagel Street Cafe at the Danville Livery to ask residents: What’s your favorite childhood memory?
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Linda Chahine, Registered nurse: My father, Tom Keele, used to coach football with Bruce Snyder at Cal. Before that they coached at a high school in Eugene, Ore., and when I was about 8 years old Coach Snyder took me on my first motorcycle ride. He took me all around Eugene and the U. of Oregon campus. I remember him telling me to keep my leg away from the exhaust, so I had to lean to my left the whole time. It was wild. -
Michael Mulry, Mortgage broker: When I was in kindergarten my father took me to Ireland to experience where he was born and raised. I remember falling into a muddy bog, which is a wetland that accumulates peat used as fuel for fire when it is cut out, and my cousin had to pull me out. I remember being scared and then relieved. -
Bob Hole, Lindsay Wildlife Museum teacher: I remember hanging out in the Danville Pet Store for hours every week. I was too young to work there, but the owner, Don Bailey, tolerated me. He was fantastic with me, answering my questions and allowing me to chat with him. He never kicked me out. I loved it there. -
Patsy Martin, Retired designer: When I was young in Coronado, my older sister and I would go to Marsten’s Department Store with my mother. We would get all dressed up with pretty dresses, white gloves and Mary Janes. We would take our dolls with us. We would go out to lunch and sometimes tea. It was a thrill and a great memory to this day. -
Connie Tan, Bagel Street Café owner: My favorite memory is of my dad when we immigrated here from Vietnam. We have 15 in our family, and I’m the youngest. When the Communists took over we were split up and my dad tried to visit me and the rest of the family. When we arrived in the U.S. he had cancer and was only able to be here with us for 100 days before he died in a hospital bed. I wish he had more time with us in the U.S. I really miss him.
