February 2012 Entries
A friendship seems a flighty thing,
a risky hope as one steps out
as ruse perchance or fate to bring.
It dallies lightly, shapes define,
unfolding as it moves about
that two may share its future time.
Some fill a void with facile ease
of open place in other’s breast
with cheer to each and time to please.
Old friendship years may last well out
and linger deeper with the best,
with sweet old times to talk about.
Close friendships flow with much to do,
good tales to tell, new ways to know,
broad smiles to feel, come near, seem new.
Alas most friendships fade in time,
remembering how some drifted low...
...yet most were good, but...
-From Images of America-
Thanks, Jim Norris, for the long loan of your booklet, autographed by author Jeffrey Wayne Maulhardt, and for your patience until the article was excerpted from its pages. Peggy Perry
Along old Ventura Boulevard in a remote, sparsely populated portion of Ventura County — where the city of Thousand Oaks eventually grew — land was inexpensive. Here, in 1926, animal attendant Louis Goebel bought five lots at just $10 apiece as a home for his seven African lions. Usually leashed to an oak tree near the "highway," the big predators became a roadside attraction for motorists passing by.