Turning age 14, during warm May 1948,my Father asked me, to spend a day at his work, which was while he worked at the Univ of Calif Wheeler Hall, Wow - Dad is going to take me to Univ of California.  I read that Jackie Jensen, the only Blue-eyed, Blond hair, Quarterback playing college football, was the State's All American. Yes, I told Dad, thinking he would introduce me to my youth hero Jackie Jensen, how did I know he couldn't do that?
    His work was 21 miles from our apartment 4301 Cutting Blvd, Richmond, Ca, as his work started at 7:00pm, so we had to leave at 6:00pm for the drive to his work.
He worked until 2:00am, he said I could sleep from 10:OOpm till he quit in his office, such a deal I thought back then.
    We arrived at his work site, I cannot recall, if he had his 1949 Green Studebaker, or his 1931 Model-A-Ford, which he later, taught me how to drive in our backyard of 4301, it was one of those cars we drove in, he had his own parkling-place, quite impressed, I was! Wow " Mr Garcia" was written on his spot. Showing me his working site,the 2d and 3d floor was his area of responsibilty.
    Entering the large 6 floof building, marked Wheeler Hall, Dad showed me his work area, both the 2d& 3d floor, he was responsible to clean it nightly.  He also showed me the Library, the Theatre, the Dance Floor, a room with machines that looked like our typewriters at school, but Dad, told me, those are computers, I said"OK", never hearing that word before!
    His office, he said I could sleep in, and I could walk around if I behaved myself, and didn't bother anyone, be in his office at 9:00pm, we could have his lunchtime, and not to be late. He told me it was 5:50, and be sure I got back between 8:30 and 9:00, you understand", I agreed and he said, "Ok Gerald, behave yourself", so I started walking!
     Leaving that hugh red brick building, the porch steps were hugh, with a rail, so people wouldn't fall I guess.  As I walked, I saw students reading as they sat on benches, all over the rich green grass. some students were standing up,holding books, and chatting with two or three other students.  I continued walking and looking, at various buildings, then I saw GYMNASIUM, I knew GYM was where we showed after PE, so I felt safe in entering.  Such hugh doors, I had to push, inside in their lobby, I saw numerous glass cases, holding thropies, many many thropies, as I read them, some had dates of 1934, the year I was born

   Pete O Garcia, as the first child of Agapita and Juan Batrista Garcia,was born on a snow blowing day 9 Mar 1901, His Father Juan,  worked hard learning the English Language to obtain a Store Grocery Clerk position, in order to feed his growing family, which grew into ten children.  Due to the numerous illness and lack of medical knowledge people, Pete's two siblings, both Theodore and Adelaide passed away at an early age.  Other siblings included brother Dee, John, Bill, Joseph, sisters Mary, Sophia, and Caroline. As of this writing date, Aunt Caroline recently turned age 94 and is still living in Woodland, California, with her 94th year old husband, Uncle Jess Lara, whose oldest son Richard, with his family lives on the same block of his Mother Caroline and his Father Jess Lara, while their oldest daughter Virginia is raising her family elsewhere in Texas, USA. 
   Completing elemetary schooling, Pete, as the self-appointed Oldest brother, took numerous jobs,in an attempt to assit his Dad.  Delivering grocery memos to local neighbors, so they could purchase foods, etc, from his Father's small market.
   Observing his Dad, cutting up cattle, chickens, for sale, Pete enjoyed working hard, at this type of chores.  Always liking helping stock various foods, Pete learned his English by reading the item names thru-out the store, which pleased his Dad.  During his teen-age years, he sorta took control during his Dad's absence, without many problems.
    Watching other men, ride horses, he learned how to break wild stallions, and did have his falls in his early days of learning this technique. Within a month of learning, Pete was accepted as a breaker-of-wild-stallions, and was requested by numerous ranchers thru-out the local area.
    While walkng to work one day, Pete noticed a young beautiful lady with another lady, talking on the dirt street of Roswell New Mexico.  Pete was and is still rather reserved and shy, asking his younger brother Bill, to ask  that longhaired lady if she would go the upcoming Saturday night dance with Pete. Bill did just that, and the lady looked over to Pete, and seeing a welldressed, clean, slim, well-comb hair,attractive man,  she agreed to meet him at the dance on Saturday!
    Not knowing the lady's name, Pete agreed, and Pete's Mom, Agapita, sorta taught Pete, how to dance to a guitar and a violin instrument. Pete introduced himself as Pete O. Garcia, the lady extended her right hand saying Carlotta Miriam Gameros, as they both strolled unto the crowded wooden dance floor.