Scanning some photographs today. Most of these are from Polaroids or matt finished photos, hence the clarity isn't the best.
Here's what I know about each one.
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Mom, Dorothy Stone, probably mid-late 1970s while in Palm Springs with my father, Raymond Stone.
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Ray and Dottie Stone, at our home at 10876 Galvin, Ventura, CA celebrating something. Likely my father's birthday on June 6 in the mid to late 1970s.
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Probably the fall of 1975 or winter of early 1976. Me, crashed out on my bed at our Ventura home with new puppy Sandy. Jeannette and I had take a quick trip, maybe even a day trip, from Ventura to Morro Bay. While walking on a mostly empty beach, this puppy came up to us. We asked around a lot for anyone who might know the puppy, and couldn't find anyone who recognized it or any friends who had puppies. We couldn't find anywhere to leave the puppy, so I took it home to Ventura after leaving information with others on how to find me so I could return it. On the way home, we named it Sandy (since it was found on the beach). It was a cocker spaniel mix, heavy on the cocker spaniel. We never heard from anyone about the dog.
My mother bonded with it very strongly. So much so, that 2-3 years later when Jeannette and I bought our first home, my mom didn't want to give it up--and we let her keep it.
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Looks like my 21st birthday celebration at our home in Ventura. My mom, me, and girlfriend (future wife) Jeannette Jarvis.
Is that leftover steak on the table?
Oh, the shame! Hahaha!!
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This is Aldine and Ernest "Ern" Sillers. He came from Nova Scotia, Canada, and if I recall correctly, she was from Boston or close by. She certainly had the New England accent throughout her life. They never had children. He was actually my mother's uncle, Violet's brother.
"Uncle Ern" was a Father in the Episcopal church, rising to the level of Bishop. Uncle Ern was fun and funny guy. A quick, respectful, and quiet wit. He planted churches that still survive. The one I remember best is St Marks Episcopal Church, 10354 Downey Ave, Downey, CA 90241, http://stmarksdowney.org .
We usually went to there home for Thanksgiving (just behind the church at 8355 Bigby Ave, Downey, CA 90241). After the meal and while Aunt Aldine and my mother would clean up, Uncle Ern would take me for a walk around and through the church telling me interesting and funny stories.
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The photo below was marked on the back, Thanksgiving 1977. The two most recognizable people in it for me is my Uncle Ernest "Ern" Sillers, and seated to his left with her hand on her chin is his sister and my maternal grandmother Violet Rodgers (mom's mother). 
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Anna Creelman in front of her home in Camarillo, California. Her husband was Aubrey Creelman. They originally owned a number of acres of land in Camarillo for growing avocados. I don't know how my mother knew them. I think they were close friends with my grandmother or grandfather.We visited them a time or two a year. By then, they had sold off most of their orchards, and only had an acre or two left. Dad would get as many avocados as he wanted. Aubrey was a typical farmer/rancher, smart, witty, and cleverly handy with tools. I still have and use some of tools that he marked with green paint.
This one is marked July 4, 1977. I don't recognize the location. In it is my mother, Dorothy Stone, Fred Petrasek, and Virginia Petrasek. My mother and Virginia went to U.C. Santa Barbara together, and were truly like sisters from different parents. We visited them often at thier home in Sherman Oaks. Laura was my age. Allan is a year or two younger. They are the ones who let me go on most of their summer 1969 vacation in a Winnebago. We went to the east coast, saw the launch of Apollo 11, and then I eventually flew home from Providence, Rhode Island.
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Graduation from Buena High School, Ventura, California, June 1972.
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Unknown formal dance or prom in Ventura, California. "Proud mom" photos. The scanned photos don't show it well, but my tuxedo was very dark Navy blue in color. I don't recall who I went with or which dance this was though.
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One my mother did mark was this photo from May 1974. The young lady is Karen Grahek. We dated for a while, and I loved hanging out with her and her family, who were some good pranksters. I think in another post, I showed an embroidered shirt of my blue 1973 VW Sport Bug that she did for me. Like people do, we went our separate ways in life, and both became our own.
Oddly enough, it wasn't until the destructive Thomas Fire Ventura in December 2017 that I learned that her and her husband's home was just a couple houses away from my parent's former home. Sadly, both homes were lost. My parent's had passed away by then, but Karen and her husband lost everything.
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1975 Chevrolet LUV (Light Utility Vehicle) pickup truck. I bought it new, and very stripped, from the Chevrolet dealer in Ojai, California. Jeannette was with me. I ended up modifying it a lot, as you can see. White spoke rims, and slight lift in the rear, and an awesome BMB Camper Shell (Fillmore, CA).
I was part of a truck club called Lil Truckers Ltd. The jacket I'm wearing was the club jacket.
The wrinkle on the side of the truck in front of the rear wheel well happened in the parking lot of Save-On Drugs, at Victoria/Telegraph Roads in Ventura. Jeannette had borrowed my truck, and as she backed out of a stall to leave, someone else backed out of their spot and tagged the truck. I played hell getting the truck fixed by the guy who did it. It took a while, but finally got it squared away.
My father's small aluminum fishing boat is in the background.
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Some Polaroid photos my parents (Ray and Dorothy Stone) took of each other on the patio of their home at 10876 Galvin, Ventura, CA. I'm guessing about 1980. Sandy, the dog, had aged a few years.
The patio cover they had installed was large and really nice. The folding chairs in the background of one of the photos were aluminum framed with redwood slats. I don't think I've ever sat in a more comfortable folding patio chair.
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Probably about 1981-1983, my father relaxing at their home at 941 Scenic Way Drive, Ventura (the one that burned down in the Thomas Fire after they sold it and had passed away). This was in the "den" that was on the south side of the house. From that vantage, you could look out the back sliding glass door and enjoy a great view of the Santa Clara River Valley with the Pacific Ocean in the distance. A nice way to fall asleep.
