California: the Dream Catcher for the Nation
California: Dream Catcher For the Nation.
We not only are American but we are Californian. In addition to our Nation’s history we have one of our own. A history so loud and rapid, so tumultuous, that it is no wonder California is what is is today. Our individual history as Californians are unique, but can be traced to a single common denominator- hope. From our early Spanish beginnings to the modern era , fortunes have been made and lost, dreams came true where other’s have died, towns have been built and destroyed, love gained and lost, and civilizations decimated, while new ones were created. We have a history dripping with romanticism, adventure, depression, success and failure, corruption and greed, but special and unlike any other. Behold California. A state that is, and have always been, the engine of progress, the hub of hope and part of the american sex appeal, a state of mind and a civilization built on dreams.
Unlike so many of those who came before me, risking everything on a hope, whim,dream and adventure, I was born here. My ability to dream had been thrusted upon me, shaped and developed by the land of everything gold- golden nuggets, golden poppies, golden sunsets, and golden blondes. As a rooted Californian, I sometimes find myself jealous of the excitement outsiders feel for California, to them we are a bit of a novelty, gilded like everything else. When reflecting on California and it’s history, I am left with the idea that we invented lifestyle. Home of the sunshine and care free surf ,here, anything is possible. This deeply ingrained feeling of California has made it’s way into the imaginations and souls of all Californians; my family and myself included.
My Granny, Sue Bakies (Underwood then) was brought to California in the year 1954 at the age of ten by her father, Norman a Navy man and mother, Dutch. Traveling with them was her aunt Nancy, an uncle, one cousin, Roy and her mammy she called Memaw. With a loaded down 1948 Buick
We not only are American but we are Californian. In addition to our Nation’s history we have one of our own. A history so loud and rapid, so tumultuous, that it is no wonder California is what is is today. Our individual history as Californians are unique, but can be traced to a single common denominator- hope. From our early Spanish beginnings to the modern era , fortunes have been made and lost, dreams came true where other’s have died, towns have been built and destroyed, love gained and lost, and civilizations decimated, while new ones were created. We have a history dripping with romanticism, adventure, depression, success and failure, corruption and greed, but special and unlike any other. Behold California. A state that is, and have always been, the engine of progress, the hub of hope and part of the american sex appeal, a state of mind and a civilization built on dreams.
Unlike so many of those who came before me, risking everything on a hope, whim,dream and adventure, I was born here. My ability to dream had been thrusted upon me, shaped and developed by the land of everything gold- golden nuggets, golden poppies, golden sunsets, and golden blondes. As a rooted Californian, I sometimes find myself jealous of the excitement outsiders feel for California, to them we are a bit of a novelty, gilded like everything else. When reflecting on California and it’s history, I am left with the idea that we invented lifestyle. Home of the sunshine and care free surf ,here, anything is possible. This deeply ingrained feeling of California has made it’s way into the imaginations and souls of all Californians; my family and myself included.
My Granny, Sue Bakies (Underwood then) was brought to California in the year 1954 at the age of ten by her father, Norman a Navy man and mother, Dutch. Traveling with them was her aunt Nancy, an uncle, one cousin, Roy and her mammy she called Memaw. With a loaded down 1948 Buick