It was the end of Remington where Sunnyvale ended and Los Altos began. Stevens Creek ran through the backyard. A quiet refuge for such a high paced society where life moves at the speed of Innovation and my home resided on a street of love. 1976 the house was built by a friend of my Dads. Mr. Tom Cafarro. I can still hear the voice of my dad saying "This house is over $100,000. I will never be able to get my money out of it." Dad was the son of a bean farmer from Northern New Mexico. My family came as Spanish Settlers in the 1600's and never left. Up until they turned off their Water Rights. It is a story that would probably go untold if it wasn't for Robert Redford making a movie about my family called the
Milagro Beanfield war The movie was very accurate. Except for one of the characters wearing a Sombrero. (We are Spaniards. Nobody whore a Sombrero!)
Growing up in Sunnyvale was out of a story book. Beautiful Streets, Affordable
Eichler Homes popped up throughout the town and the schools were well funded. You never saw graffiti and the most scandalous crime was when some kids broke into the snack shack at The De Anza Park Baseball diamond. from 5th grade on, all of the kids would wait in anticipation for the baseball tryouts.
Sunnyvale Southern Little League was a strong organization and your social status for the rest of the year depended on which teams drafted you. I can still hear the crack of the bat as the coaches would try your grounding skills, pop up and hitting abilities. The smell of freshly cut grass combined with hot dogs being grilled outside the snack shack made my stomach growl. The parents of most of the kids where primarily engineers of some sort that moved to Sunnyvale for a good clean life. They had no idea how the valley was going to explode and how some of them would change the world with their products and inventions.
Growing up in Sunnyvale was out of a story book. Beautiful Streets, Affordable Eichler Homes popped up throughout the town and the schools were well funded. You never saw graffiti and the most scandalous crime was when some kids broke into the snack shack at The De Anza Park Baseball diamond. from 5th grade on, all of the kids would wait in anticipation for the baseball tryouts. Sunnyvale Southern Little League was a strong organization and your social status for the rest of the year depended on which teams drafted you. I can still hear the crack of the bat as the coaches would try your grounding skills, pop up and hitting abilities. The smell of freshly cut grass combined with hot dogs being grilled outside the snack shack made my stomach growl. The parents of most of the kids where primarily engineers of some sort that moved to Sunnyvale for a good clean life. They had no idea how the valley was going to explode and how some of them would change the world with their products and inventions.
