Yeah, missed it. Just couldn’t keep up last night. Cool!
My BR was at the right there, Parents had the bedroom directly behind. There was a huge olive tree in the front of my window, looks like it’s long gone.
We rented the place from this old Italian guy who had been exiled to the nursing home by his family. He had been an ornamental horticulturist/gardener, and the property was just chock full of all kinds of fruit trees like lemon, figs, guava, pomegranate, apricot, limes, you name it. Even a mature asparagus bed.
The corner house just to the east (right) belonged to a Filipina lady that had fought with the partisans in the PI during WWII, and ended up marrying a British Special Operations Executive commando dude that she worked with during the war (he was dead by the time I knew her. She never mentioned that history much, but her daughters filled me in). She had a PhD in English Literature and was a tenured prof at Univ of Redlands one block down the street. I spent three years taking care of her pool and yard. She was responsible for getting Rod Serling give a talk at the U, and also for getting me into the post-talk reception where I got to meet the red-faced smoking guy.
The orange groves started across the street just to the east of her place, but Google maps indicates that those groves are long gone.