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With four children and a short time frame the move from Ohio to Arizona was not going to be an easy move. They decided that Hugh would drive out first pulling a U-Haul trailer and would find a house for the family to get settled in. Ruth and the kids would move in with Grandma Messner and finish cleaning up the "Honey House" which was sold to Ruth´s cousin. It didn´t take Hugh long to find a home and on June 22nd 1959, Ruth and the kids caught a night flight from Cleveland to Arizona. Laurel still recalls the flight vividly, the big plane with its four large engines with propellers and looking out the window at all the lights as they flew that night. As a special treat the kids each got a pack of gum for the trip and Laurel´s mouth still gets moist as she clearly remembers her first taste of "Juicy Fruit". Because of all the mining in southern Arizona that was the life blood of Arizona in those days, the flight first landed in Tucson where most of the passengers departed with only a few getting on the plane for the flight up to Phoenix. Ruth remembers being mildly shocked to see the women getting on the plane wearing sleeveless and spaghetti strapped dresses and so casually dressed. Wearing their finest spring time coats and jackets they made quite a site as they stepped off the plane into that late June midday sun and the formal wear and lifestyle of Ohio quickly changed and they too learned Arizona casual. Growing up in Tempe in the sixties was full of memories that long time "Zonies" recall fondly. Hugh was always looking for ways to stretch his paycheck so the family would drive to the original Food City at 16th St. and Mohave to buy groceries as the other market was "way over" in Mesa! Every five weeks was her Dad´s long weekend and that normally meant picnics, hiking up all the local trails in South Mountain, Camelback, or Squaw Peak, or maybe parking at the end of 40th Street to watch the planes land and take-off at Sky Harbor. Her Dad bought a small travel trailer and on many of these weekends the family would go on mini camping trips all over Arizona. Laurel saw Tucson, Douglas, Tombstone, and just about every free campground the state had to offer, but the family favorite remained the Grand Canyon. They spent more time at the rim than anywhere else in the state and beginning in 1965, hiked every year until 1990, many times down to Phantom Ranch. Although she never entered any cooking contests or State Fairs, Laurel made her first homemade pie, (yes it was cherry) when she was nine, and Chris continues to enjoy her blue ribbon quality baking! When she was nine Laurel also began piano lessons. Very committed to their church, the Wesleyan Methodist Church on 32nd St in Phoenix, Laurel was active in all of the youth programs and at Gililland Junior High School, in Tempe she was the runner-up Spelling Bee Champ in 8th grade.
The winter of 1962 was particularly bad for Chris´s Dad carrying mail as there was an unusually heavy snow fall that year. Dad decided to follow a few of the family members who had already headed west and packed up everyone for beautiful Southern California. Friends of Chris´ grandmother had told them about a sleepy little agricultural area where housing was affordable and it would be a short drive to the Chatsworth Post Office where his Dad had transferred. So in the spring of 1963 they settled in Simi Valley, California. A year later, Chris with the help of a school buddy from seventh grade, took the Amateur Radio test and went on the air for the first time, much to all the neighbors chagrin. His first radio´s were made from parts scavenged from old TV sets people had put out for trash, and although they worked, they were heard for miles around by all most of the neighbors so he was quickly taken off the air until he could save enough money to buy a real radio! Pulling weeds and cutting grass did the trick and later that year there was enough money for his first store bought transmitter and a WWII surplus receiver. Chris´ nickname "Sparky" was first given to him by his High School shop teacher after watching yet another self designed radio project literally go up in flames and convinced Chris that maybe Electrical Engineering might not be his best carreer path. But even geeks growing up in Southern California during the 60´s couldn´t escape the best of the Southern California experience. Scuba diving, skateboarding, (yes, even back in the 60´s), and a never ending supply of surf music were his mainstay. Chris also continued in 4-H until his senior year in High School learning numerous skills and begun a lifelong fascination in apiculture (bee keeping) and meteorology. Simi Valley was still a sleepy little town in the 1960´s and prior to that it was known for many of the old western movie sets that were built in the foothills. Corriganville Movie Ranch, was less than a mile from where he attended High School, and Chris´ Dad used to drive by the now infamous Spahn Movie Ranch, where Charlie Manson lived at the time of the Tate murder´s, on his way to work each day. With so many movies being filmed in and around the area it is easy to see why past President Ronald Regan chose Simi Valley for his Presidential library. To live in Simi Valley in those days was still like growing up in a western movie set and the kids in town only needed their imagination to be transported back in time as they would ambush the stagecoach or capture some desperado. The canyons, washes, and the endless foothills with their huge boulders stacked on top each other are now street after street of suburbia, but in the 60´s it was an old west playground with BB guns a blazing!. In 1969 after graduating High School, with a very low draft number, and a less than stellar first semester in college, Chris joined the U.S. Air Force.
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