Caroni Lombard
Bio
As a child my family moved often. In my story, I share that experience; what it was like and how we coped.
But my story is not just for those who share my experience of growing up in a highly mobile family. It's for anyone who's human.
Stories (28/0)
A Wonderful Man
His name was Claude Hughston Enochs. When I met him he was 80 years old. My husband, young son, and I traveled from San Francisco to the mountains of Woodside. Hugh’s hacienda-style house sat on the side of a steep hill that overlooked Palo Alto and a wide swath of the peninsula and east bay.
By Caroni Lombard3 years ago in Families
Following My Father: San Francisco
My year off left me eager to embark on my college career. I had the break I wanted and sensed an urgent need to get on with my education. I enrolled at City College, and took buses and the Ocean Avenue streetcar to the campus to register.
By Caroni Lombard3 years ago in Families
Beef Shanks and Alcohol
In the cupboard where I keep my cookbooks is a small square black spiral bound notebook with a colorful butterfly on the cover is a forty-five-year-old recipe for my sister Winnie’s beef shanks. On two pages, the recipe, in her handwriting, is taped on pink stationery. They have got to be the best beef shanks I ever ate!
By Caroni Lombard3 years ago in Families
Following My Father
I still attended City College because I needed to finish some required courses in order to get my AA degree. I still took 18 units a semester. I still worked at the Oxford Hotel. I still drove my clunker of a car. Abdul and I still maintained our passionate relationship and interesting lives.
By Caroni Lombard3 years ago in Families
