When Diane and her sister Marie were living with their grandparents in Los Angeles during WWII they prowled the neighborhood with their school friends. The street dead ended into Poppy Peak which seemed enormously tall to us. There was a trail to the top through cactus and chapperel, but they were not permitted to climb it alone. Once when they went with their uncle they saw tarantulas and there were rattlesnakes in the rocks. Their grandparents house had an alley along the back where the one car garages were located. They knew all the neighbors and their animals - dogs, cats, goats, chickens, rabbits. One house had a pomegranate tree that hung over the back fence and the kids helped themselves to every pomegranate that grew on the alley side of the fence. Sometimes they even reached under the fence and stole a few more. The only things Diane can remember they did with them was to eat them out of hand or juice them in the jelly sieve their grandmother used when she canned. After the war and the move back to Oregon the sisters traveled by train back to Los Angles to visit their grandparents. For some reason they always visited in August and the pomegranates were always ripe. One of Diane's neighbors has a pomegranate tree in their front yard and every year she helps herself to just one. She feels like a seven year old again!
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