The year is now 2004 and I am closing this short and not-quite-complete narration of some of
the facts about this area of Old Pirate Lane.
As a matter of interest, 1958 there were no houses on the north side of Heil. which did not go beyond Springdale, which dead-ended in front of a little white house owned by Mrs. Smith. Bill Kelter owned a large white house on south side of Heil, at the NE comer of the golf course. No other houses. Mr. & Mrs. Sims lived in house on golf course. On north side of Heil a big red barn stood among the bean fields. On the north west of the airport was the home of the Yubuki's. Mrs. Bell lived in a small white house on north side of grove.

Old Pirate Lane looking West. 
Now we do not have mail boxes at the end of the street, 
the Post Office white truck is delivering letters to our homes.
The pepper tree, sadly is gone.
The line of eucalyptus trees is gone.
There are many more houses and more cars on the Lane now.

The boys would play in the gravel pit
They were adventurous lads.
What they brought home. besides wet clothes
Were sometimes, some crawdads.
With a fire in the eucalyptus grove
With no water near at hand,
The boys knew that to put it out
They used the dirt and sand.
So every year when Girl Scouts
Had their summer camp,
We'd run long hoses way out there
To help them keep things damp

Old Pirate Lane - THEN AND NOW

Dappled shade of the pepper tree
Half-way down the Lane,
Was welcome in the Summer's sun.
'til sea winds blew cool again.

Eucalyptus trees in rows
Line some boundaries in the sun..
Grass struggles through the gravel path
In the road not yet begun.

Quiet. lies in the meadows here
Far from cities busy roar,
Enjoying the gift of the Spring rains,
Oblivious of what's in store.

For some day soon, the road will burst
With builders' trucks, and cranes,
Yet despite the construction's noise,
This rustic lane remains

Gwendoline Runyard



From the 2004 Book, "OLD PIRATE LANE"

OPL Book: 2004
Web: 8/26/2012

Updated: 12/05/2016, 1/6/2017

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