I can recognize several miracles in my life. Employment at UCLA was high on the list.
After the war I made friends with a fellow with whom I worked. Our friendship was only a few months old. Aft that time Shar and our small family decided to move back to Iowa and become farmers. Our leaving California was not well known. Our venture into farming lasted but one growing season and we were back in California.
We settled in the San Fernando Valley. where e had bought a house. Our move was a total secret. It was Sunday evening and we were painting when the telephone rang. JT was my friend from working at the nursery. I was dumbfounded by the call. Ken had become employed at UCLA. He invited me to visit the campus and probably be offered a job. I thanked him and told him that in the morning I would be starting a job at the Post Office. He objected and asked me to at least view the campus in the morning. He convinced me and I was at the UCLA Gate at 8. Ken showed me around and introduced me to the Departmental Chair. I was hired and on the payroll by 10 am. The miracle grew as in a few months Ken left to begin a business and I was now at his desk. People are just not hired in this manner nowX
Our days at UCLA came to an end in June of 1966. We arrived in Davis, Calif. July of 1966. Our new house was ready for our arrival. It was magnificent with lots of used bricks and other amenities for our comfort and pleasure. The timing for our move was excellent. Scott would be enrolling in Jr. high and Kathy in Sacramento State. Davis was a quaint and friendly community. We made many friends and enjoyed our stay on the Davis Campus. We retired in 1978 and moved to Dallas, Oregon. Life was always good and blessed. DX
The UCLA Campus was running out of space. The rumor had often been circulated that the Department or Horticulture would necessarily have to be moved to Davis or Riverside. The Fischer family chose Davis. Early in the year of 1966 we signed on with a contractor in Davis to build a house. The structure was completed in time for our move to Davis on July 1, 1966. It was a very lovely three-bedroom home with numerous amenities. The house served our family well for 12 yeas. In 1987 retirement came for us. We settled in Dallas. Oregon. And, yes, another new house.X
The large center picture was taken shortly after our wedding. We were visiting friends from Walnut who now lived on West St in the Crenshaw area of Los Angeles. The picture was of little interest until we were going to visit Hawaii on our 50th. Debbie had the original and had it enlarged.
Shar was my love. We had 55 years together.
Don and Shar's celebration of 50 Years together in Hawaii.X
I retired from UC in 1978 after about 27 years. We moved to Dallas, Oregon immediately and began construction of a new house. Shar and I took possession of the house in 1980. The picture is the completed home and open house with the total members of the Shar and Don Fischer family on that day. A sumptuous dinner was to follow.X
Buffy came into our family at an early age. She stayed long as a good friend and companion.
The day she arrived was a busy day in our house. It was Kathy's second birthday and the door bell rang often. This time a driver of a LX Airporrt was at the door knocking with a small critter in a carrying case.The driver was making delivery to one Kathy Fischer with a gift from he grandfather. The little pug all alone by plane from Kansas had made the birthday trip and now the driver of the van was so enthused about Buffy that he didn't give her up.
Buffy remained our delight for 15 years. The time came when she was ill and suffering.
This picture was taken in 1980 or 1981. We were now retired and getting settled into our new home in Dallas Oregon. Our Granddaughter, Kelly, loved having frequent visits.X
Our family dearly loved visiting Walnut. For many of our vacations we would make haste to spend our time in beloved Walnut. For the birthday celebration and partly because of my 50th high school graduation (1938) as the picture came into being (1958)". D
Chris and Paul; Helen and Jack. The occasions for the picture was one of Carolyn's advanced birthday celebration and Don's 50th high school graduation.
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Those were the best of times. The date was the winter season at or near the year 1953. We were living in the San Fernando Valley. The war had been over several years. Veterans were everywhere, seeking their Good Life. We were all on common ground: new houses, jobs, young children.
That particular day was gorgeous a good day to sit outside on our fence. Mary happened to be walking by and took our picture. It tells our mood and feelings of joy in our togetherness.X
Sharlene Rosemary Osler, with her parents and brother, Jack, moved to my hometown, Walnut, Iowa. She and her family arrived in 1928, an auburn-hair beauty. She was seven years old. In 1946 Shalene and Don Fischer were married in Griffith Park Cemetery, Los Angeles, in the quaint Little Church of the Flowers. The picture above was taken in the year 2001.
Shar was stricken as we slept. Her constant moving awakened me. After repeated effort trying to arouse her, I called a neighbor for help. The stroke had done considerable damage. She was in-and-out of hospitals and home care with no success. The doctor eventually informed me that she must be entered into a rest home. I rebelled at such a move and took her home. I was her total care-giver in every phase. After a year the doctor required that I must give her up. No treatments were left. A hard choice. All the supplemental helps were removed and she was gone in two days.
My Shar. I love her still... a wonderful wife, companion, lover and friend. She was mother of our Kathy and Scott. How proud I am that I was able to care for her in every phase. DX
These are snaps from approximately 1958. We had moved back to California the first of January, 1953, bought a house in San Fernando Valley where we lived until moving to Davis, CA. in 1966.
The kids loved living in the Valley with many kids for playmates and they are sitting on the rail fence in front of our home. We lived in the community of Reseda in the valley for 14 Years. D
When our kids were young. we generally spent our vacation in Walnut, Iowa, our hometown and where Shar's folks lived . The picture of Shar and the kids was taken with the Osler garage as a background. The three of them look pretty spiffy. We also loved our vacation in Walnut.. Guessing the year to be 1958 or thereabouts.X
I was born more than 100 years ago. My hometown is Walnut, Iowa, about 40 miles east of Omaha. Walnut is a lovely village, perfect for raising children. My birth home was simple in structure and amenities. I was an only child, living and sharing our limited space for 13 years--love was our credo. Our house was small, no built-ins, running water or bathroom conveniences. I drove by that property several years ago and was delighted by the magnificent maple trees that shade the parkway. Even though I was only about five, the recall of my Dad and I planting those trees was heart warming.
The days of my life have been many. As the end approaches, my thoughts are many. Some fear, but mostly a heart that has been extremely blessed. And there is the shame of it.
My life began more than 100 years ago in my mother's bed. The August and Ella Fischer family was located on Court Street in the small community of Walnut, Iowa. All four of my grandparents had migrated from Germany in the middle 1800's. We spoke the German language in our homes. And Sunday demanded our best clothing be worn to attend worship service. We were at peace. Life was good.
My childhood was excellent. I entered Public School on time and graduated in 1938 with a student body of 27.
Storm clouds were beginning to gather in Europe. The year was 1937. Hitler was the man of the hour. I was 17, The year 1934 had been very difficult for our small family. In November of 1933 my mother was pregnant and not well. In November, Dr.Moore moved her into our spare bedroom for constant care.X
I served and am proud. The U.S.S. Farragut DD348 was a destroyer, commissioned for service in the early thirties. A proud ship. She broke 40 knots per hour (46 mph) on her "shakedown" cruise. Before the war she proudly wore the big "E" on her smoke stack, standing for EXCELLENCE. I was on board when the islands lost to Japan began to be reclaimed. And I also was aboard survived the Typhoon, COBRA. The storm was so powerful that the storm sank three destroyers, killed 790 sailors, damaged nine other warships and swept dozens of aircraft overboard off their aircraft carrier.
After the war, the Farragut was decommissioned and sold for scrap.
”Hello, I hope you find the wall of my abbreviated life interesting.”"X