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My Life Story: 1996

Things to know up front:

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Every chapter in My Life Story includes information about me, my work, my family and my friends. It also includes information about events that took place locally and nationally, etc. that I thought important enough to include. You’ll also find that I’ve included films, musicians and recordings/videos, in addition to books that were released in a given year.

While I have included many personal photos, most of the graphic content included below is borrowed from the Internet. I do not claim to own this material. I am just adding it for educational purposes. If the owners of any of the content in the “My Life Story” series want their stuff removed, I am happy to oblige. My email address is jrdiaz@arizona.edu. Thanks!

Introduction

At the beginning of the year, Ruben and I were settling in well and enjoying life in our newly acquired house on 10th Avenue. We were both very busy working, filling our home up with new household furnishings, and doing other things like planting trees and shrubs around the property.

I continued juggling many different responsibilities at work. As Assistant to the Dean for Staff Development, Recruitment and Diversity, I was involved in several groups and activities. I was a member of the Library Support Team, the Change Management Support Team, the Values and Vision Team, as well as Library Cabinet. I also worked with the Library Diversity Council, the Affirmative Action Committee and the Staff Development Advisory Board. I also staffed the Library Information Desk and was a member of the UA Diversity Action Council.

In addition to taking care of my regular job duties, I was actively involved in several professional organizations and committees, including serving as secretary of the U of A chapter of the Arizona Association of Chicanos in Higher Education (AACHE), serving as a member of the REFORMA national conference planning committee, in addition to being a member of the Library Administration and Management Association’s diversity committee. I also prepared articles for publication and gave a number of presentations at conferences this year, in addition to conducting workshops on resume writing for students in the UA Library school and new staff orientation sessions for newly hired staff. It was a busy, busy time.

It’s snowin’ in Brooklyn…

New York City and the east coast got hit with a huge blizzard between January 7 and January 8, 1996. Over three feet of snow fell and claimed about 100 lives, in addition to causing over 1.5 billion dollars of damage.

January 15, 1996: My 37th birthday.

I turned 37 this year. I was in good health and had lots of energy, which is a good thing, because this would turn out to be a year filled with lots with travel. I ended up visiting seven different cities this year–San Antonio, Boston, Detroit, New York City, Austin, Pittsburgh and Seattle. Most, with the exception of the vacation Ruben and I took to Detroit, were work related

A birthday card from Carla Stoffle. She was a very busy person, but always remembered her staff on their birthdays and on holidays. Her generosity to people was admirable.

The President and First Lady get into hot water over Whitewater

In early January, Hillary Clinton was implicated in what was known as the Whitewater scandal, a real estate debacle that took place when Bill Clinton was governor of Arkansas, before he was President. Later in the month, Hillary would be called to testify before Congress, a first for a first lady. In the end, neither she or her husband were found guilty of any wrong doing.

When Clinton was elected four years earlier, liberals in this country had such high hopes, but lo and behold, when the midterm elections took place in 1994, the Republicans took over both houses of Congress and Clinton found himself with his hands tied. It was such a sad situation. Many of his policies, such as those dealing with gay rights and public assistance, took a turn to the right. As a result, we got Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, and a much stricter welfare system.

Clinton won the election in November ’96, but it was later revealed that he had an affair with Monica Lewinsky. The republicans had him impeached, bit it didn’t stick. He served out his presidency until 2000, leaving the country with a budget surplus, unlike his predecessor, George Bush Sr.

January 20-24, 1996: ALA Midwinter, San Antonio, TX.

My second trip to San Antonio since I started attending ALA conferences in 1989 took place between January 19 and 25, and I had a great time. The weather was perfect, if I recall correctly!

I had a lot of committee meetings this time around and attended a number of interesting programs. I got to hear both Isabel Allende and Sandra Cisneros speak, and having the opportunity to a concert by the great Tejana troubadour, Tish Hinojosa, in the brand new downtown branch of the San Antonio Public Library was the absolute icing on the cake.

I heard both Sandra Cisneros (on the right) and Isabel Allende (on the left) speak, and Tish Hinojosa (in the middle) gave a concert for the opening of the new central library. I sat in the very front row in awe of her.

I also visited a couple of churches, including St. Joseph’s Church and the San Fernando Cathedral. I try to find Catholic churches with beautiful altars whenever I visit other cities.

I visited St. Joseph’s church again. I had been there back in 1992 with my friend, Mary Lynn. The new San Antonio Central Library was beautiful, and is where I got to see Tish Hinojosa perform.
The San Fernando cathedral was close to my hotel. It was beautiful inside.

In addition to attending ALA events and visiting churches, I was able to spend time with my friends Linda TerHaar and Karen Downing. Karen and I visited the Institute of Texas Cultures, a wonderful cultural museum walking distance from downtown.

I stayed at the Holiday Inn at the far end of downtown. My friend Karen and I visited the institute of Texas Cultures. It was a very nicely put together museum.

Linda and I went on a boat ride together on the San Antonio River in the middle of the day. It was fabulous!

I ate lots of good Mexican food at places like Ninfa’s and Mi Tierra, but also had Cajun food at Boudro’s with some ALA colleagues. I did a lot of shopping too. There were a lot of great little shops in Market Square and antique and record stores downtown.

On the left is the bakery inside the Mi Tierra restaurant, where I had several meals, and on the right is Market Square, which was filled with shops and restaurants. My hotel was very close to this place, so I went here several times.
I had dinner at Boudros with a bunch of library colleagues and got smashed at Ninfa’s the day I was to head back to Tucson. It was not a good idea, I must admit.

While most of the more popular gay bars like Pegasus were on a strip on N. Main, north of downtown, there were a few right in the downtown area. I had a great time visiting the Captain’s Crew and El Jardin. There were lots of great looking men all over the place!

This is a 1996 list of gay bars in San Antonio.

2-13-96: Jackson Browne released Looking East and embarks on a world tour

Looking East, by Jackson Browne, was released on 2-13-96. His eleventh album, it peaked at number 36 on the Billboard charts. The album includes some great tunes, such as I’m the Cat, Niño, and Alive in the World, in addition to the title cut. Over the course of the year, Browne embarked on a world tour to promote the album. He is one of my all-time favorite singers and is just as handsome as can be.

This is from Jackson’s album Looking East. What a great tune!

This song reminds me of his other Latin flavored tune, Lawless Avenues. He sings parts of each song in Spanish, and he does a pretty good job at enunciating the words properly. Good for him.

Transborder Library Forum: February 15-17, 1996

The Sixth Transborder Library Forum was organized by librarians from the University of Arizona, and it brought together librarians and library workers from throughout the Southwest and Mexico. While I didn’t give any presentations, I did attend several programs and made lots of new friends. The librarians and library workers from Mexico were a great bunch of people. I spent an entire evening with them partying and playing music. It was a memorable occasion.

Chinese New Year Celebration at the Library, The Year of the Rat.

The Library Diversity Council was a great group to work with. Each year, membership changed a bit, and this year’s group was exceptional and great to work with. In February, A Chinese New Year celebration, sponsored by the Diversity Council, took place on Tuesday February 20, 2:30-4 PM, in the Main Library in rooms A313/4. Diversity Council members Erika Williams, Cecilia Poon and Maureen Gray worked with other colleagues to coordinate the event, and were praised by Carla Stoffle, the Dean of the Library, for their efforts. There was lots of delicious food, games and other activities.

This little envelope was filled with candy at one point and was a giveaway at the event.

Richard Lucier visit: February 23, 1996

As staff development librarian, part of my job involved coordinating speakers’ series that introduced the Library staff to new concepts and ideas. For example, the previous year, I arranged visits by E.J. Josey, Barbara Ford and Kriza Jennings, all well respected leaders in the profession. This time around, I worked with a planning committee of library staff to coordinate a program and a day long series of meetings on February 23, 1996 with Richard Lucier, Head Librarian a the University of California at San Francisco, who spoke about “knowledge management” and the “digital library”. These were novel and innovative concepts at the time, and Mr. Lucier was leading the way in helping libraries adjust to the new technologies and possibilities that digitization had brought to the world. His visit was very well received. There was still much to learn, however, and we continued to bring experts to the Library to help us adjust to the ever changing information technology landscape.

MY FOURTH YEAR REVIEW

At the University of Arizona Library, librarians are usually hired as members of the general UA faculty, and they are eligible to receive continuing status, which is similar to tenure. This means, in practical terms, that once a librarian is granted continuing status, they are guaranteed a “job for life” at the University, unless they seriously violate University policy or the State declares a financial emergency. In order to attain continuing status, one has to do well at their primary job in addition to engaging in scholarship (writing for publication, giving presentations and regional and national conferences) and service (active involvement and leadership in regional or national library organizations and committees). A series of reviews takes place, one at two years, another at four years, and a final one at six years, at which point, continuing status is granted, or not. If a candidate is not granted continuing status, they are usually given a year to prepare their departure. The two and four year reviews are intended to let the candidate know how their supervisors and peers perceive how well they are doing in the three areas mentioned above, and whether or not they are on track for attaining continuing status. Feedback is given to the candidate that is intended to help them improve in areas of perceived “weakness”.

I prepared my four year review packet and updated my curriculum vitae in late 1995, and by February 1996, received a letter from the Dean of the Library letting me know that I had successfully passed my four year review. It was quite a relief. The Dean’s letter to me is linked below.

My fourth year review summary letter from the Dean of the Library: 2/26/96

March 7, 1996: Presentation–Diversity in the Workplace, Tucson Business and Professional Women’s Association.

I am not sure how I ended up giving a presentation on diversity issues in the workplace to a group of local businesswomen, but I did, and it turned out to be a very interesting experience. I clearly recall discussing the notion of the ability to speak Spanish as something that was “value added” in the workplace, particularly when it came to working with Spanish speaking clients or customers. I argued that people who had this ability should be compensated for it. Not everyone in the room agreed with me, but we all remained civil. My presentation is linked here:

Diversity in the Workplace, presentation given at the Tucson Business and Professional Women’s Association meeting, March 7, 1996.

Diana leaves Prince Charles

I have never been that interested in the British royal family, but admired Princess Diana for her charitable work and her generally liberal outlook on life and politics. Unfortunately, I learned more about her after her death than I knew before she died.

Cover of Time Magazine, March 11, 1996.

March 28-April 1, 1996: Finding Common Ground Conference, Cambridge, Mass.

In late March, I traveled to Boston to attend a conference titled “Finding Common Ground: Creating a Library of the Future Without Diminishing the Library of the Past” Shelley Phipps and I were asked by the conference organizers to give a presentation on staff and team development. I stayed at a Best Western off the beaten path and had to take a shuttle to the Harvard campus each day. The conference was held in the Charles Hotel, adjacent to campus.

Our conference was held at the Charles hotel near the Harvard campus. The area had a lot of bookstores, restaurants and other places one could shop at or visit.

My colleague Chestalene Pintozzi was there and she also gave a presentation. As the big day unfolded, I was feeling quite uncomfortable, because I had on a brand new blue suit and tie and a new pair of shoes that I bought just for the occasion. (I never wear suits!) I was also very nervous, because after all, this was HARVARD! Shelley and I had prepared well, but unfortunately, the presenters who were scheduled before us went way over their allotted time. This left us very little time to do our presentation, and we bombed as a result. There just wasn’t enough time to do what we had planned. It felt awful. I have a couple of photos of me in my brand new blue suit.

A book of the conference proceedings was published two years later and it includes the presentation that we gave. It’s linked below.

“The Evolution of the Roles of Staff and Team Development in a Changing Organization: The University of Arizona Library Experience,” co-presented with Shelley Phipps on March 30, 1996 at Harvard University, and published in the book, Finding Common Ground: Creating the Library of the Future Without Diminishing the Library of the Past, edited by Cheryl LaGuardia and Barbara a Mitchell, Neal-Schuman Publishers, 1998.

While not attending the conference sessions, I took the train to Boston to explore the area, and managed to find a good bookstore, but I did not see the old part of the city where all the historical buildings like Faneuil Hall and the old churches were located. I didn’t even know about this area. I did, however, go to a gay bar and other places too, and had a lot of fun in Boston’s South End, which was home to the gay community.

A map showing the gay bars in the South End of Boston, and a glbt newspaper. There were ony a couple of gay bars in Cambridge, closer to the MIT campus than to Harvard.

Diversity Roundtable: Not So Straight II: April 12, 1996

This was a follow-up session to one held the previous year, on March 17, 1995. In that session, several GLBT staff spoke about their life experiences and how it felt to work at the UA Library as a member of the gay community. For this year’s session, I worked with two staff members to sponsor a visit by Amy Zuckerman, who had just co-authored the book, “Sexual Orientation in the Workplace” and who was doing training across the country on gay issues in the workplace. During her visit, she gave an open presentation to the staff, and also worked with staff who were GLBT to help them discuss issues in a safer setting.

The 25th Anniversary of the Tucson International Mariachi Conference, April 24-28, 1996.

I wish I could say that I have attended every annual mariachi conference held in Tucson over the years, but unfortunately, I’ve only attended a handful. This particular year, Linda Ronstadt performed, and it was great to see her and Mariachi Cobre together, as well as all the other performers. Mariachi Los Camperos were great, as usual, and a Japanese singer named Junko Seki, was absolutely amazing. It was a memorable show!

Linda Ronstadt performed at this year’s Tucson International Mariachi Conference on April 26.

Efren Urquides, April 28, 1961-April, 26, 1996

I didn’t know Efren all that well, but had met him a few times shortly after Ruben and I got together. He was a very handsome guy, and was one of Ruben’s good friends. Unfortunately, Ruben lost several of his buddies over the years, as did I. AIDS was the cause of death for a lot of young Latino men our age in the 80’s and 90’s. Ruben and I were quite lucky to have survived the era unharmed.

Leslie Feinberg published Transgender Warriors : April 1996

I’ve already written about Leslie Feinberg here. This book was Leslie’s attempt at pointing out that there have existed transgendered people throughout history. While it received mixed reviews, it was one of the first works to tackle topics such as cross dressing throughout history and other issues relevant to the transgendered community.

My dear friend Leslie Feinberg published this in April, 1996. It’s a popular history of transgender expression throughout history. The second edition had a less provocative cover.

May 1-May 4, 1996: Living the Future Conference, Tucson Az.

The UA Library began the restructuring process in late 1992, and late 1995, plans were in the works to host a national conference that would showcase the many accomplishments that the Library had achieved, as well as lessons learned along the way as it transformed itself from a traditional, hierarchical structure with fifteen departments to a team-based organization with nine teams. People from all over the country attended the conference, and it would be held again every two years for another decade, approximately. I contributed two programs at this conference, one on diversity, and the other on staff development. My presentation outlines are linked below.

“What a long strange trip it’s been: an overview of the evolution of the role and accomplishments of staff development and training at the UA Library, from the beginning of the restructuring process to the present”, presentation given at the Living the Future Conference May 1-4, 1996.

“Diversity at the UA Library: A Review”, presentation at the Living the Future Conference, May 1-4, 1996.

May 13, 1996: Sue Miller Hurst Program

I first heard Sue Miller Hurst speak about lifelong learning at a conference in San Francisco in 1995. I found her quite inspiring, and her talk affected me deeply. I returned to the UA Library very excited about having met and heard her, and I proposed to the Diversity Council that we bring her to campus. Members of the Diversity Council then embarked on planning an all day program where the entire staff were invited to attend her talk. Unfortunately, many of our colleagues did not take what she had to say seriously. In hindsight, we could have done a better job of working with Ms Hurst in preparing her program. I left it to other members of the Diversity Council to do that, and we missed the boat. Her philosophy is outlined below.

Designing and implementing new structures will not fully transform an organization if the people do not release themselves from the old internal structures that say “I can’t,” or “I am not worthy.” Sue Miller Hurst spoke to the learner inside each of us, talking about challenging our assumptions about our limitations and then breaking through them. Creating a learning organization requires a community of learners — and if we do not believe in our capacity to learn, then we cannot help create the space in which learning thrives. One of my favorite poems is by St. Appollonaire: “‘Come to the edge,’ he said. They said, ‘We are afraid.’ ‘Come to the edge.’ They came, he pushed them, and they flew.”

Going away party for Cecilia Poon: May 31, 1996

On May 31, members of the Library Diversity Council held a going away party at Libby Hilmar’s home for our colleague and friend Cecilia Poon. This is the second year that we held a get together at Libby’s house. Sadly, Shizuko would pass away in early 1997. This was a wonderful group. I really enjoyed working with them.

Shown above in the photo on the left are me, Erika Williams, Shizuko Radbill, Cecilia Poon, Diane Delp, and our host, Libby Hilmar. On the right are Diversity Council members Maureen Gray, Erika Williams and Cecilia Poon.

In the above photos, Libby Hilmar is playing her flute and I, Maureen Diane, and Erika are playing with sparklers in Libby’s yard.

June 4, 1996: Protesting stereotypes found in library literature

A colleague of mine had recently pointed out that the journal Reference Quarterly (RQ) had a very interesting article in it titled “Developing Collections for the Spanish-Speaking”. I decided to look it up, and to my horror I saw the following advertisement included in the publication. It made me very angry to see Latinos portrayed in this manner. At the time, we received very little media coverage, but then to see us portrayed as gang members in a national library publication really got to me. I raised the issue on a the REFORMANET listserv, and suggested that people write letters of protest to RQ and PAIS, the company that ran the ad. Many people did, and the topic was addressed at our conference later (I organized a discussion session about it) in the summer, as well as in the REFORMA newsletter. PAIS eventually apologized, as did ALA, but their reasoning for running the ad did not convince anyone they were sincere. Here’s the ad:

This ad ran in the Spring, 1996 issue of RQ magazine, a professional journal on reference services.

June 8-Jun 15, 1996: Vacation in Detroit Michigan.

Before we met, Ruben and I had both, at one point or another, lived within an hour’s drive of the Detroit area. I lived in Ann Arbor for almost six years, and knew the area well. Ruben lived in Toledo for a much shorter period of time, but had also been to Detroit when he lived there. We decided to visit the area this year, as we both had fond memories of having spent time there. I was also looking forward to seeing my Ann Arbor friends, but things didn’t turn out quite the way we had planned them.

We left Tucson for Detroit on a red eye late at night on June 7. Our flight went to Las Vegas first, and from there we made a connection to another flight that would take us to Detroit. Unfortunately, there was a lot of turbulence in the air in the Las Vegas area right before we landed. The bumpy ride didn’t bother me too much and I was able to doze off easily on the flight to Detroit, but Ruben freaked out, and did not sleep at all. After we landed seven or so hours later, we picked up a rental car and drove to our hotel, which was in Woodhaven, a suburb south of Detroit. Once we got settled, Ruben informed me that the turbulence really got to him and that he did not want to fly home, and that we needed to figure out another way back. This caused a big dilemma because it turned out it wasn’t that easy finding a car rental company that allowed one way trips. We did find one eventually, however. Driving back would take almost three days, so we had to cut our stay in Detroit short, giving us less time to spend in the area than we had originally planned.

Woodhaven was right near I-75, which made it very convenient for us as we explored the area.
Our hotel was a Best Western and the Denny’s we ate at was close by.

We started out with breakfast at Denny’s. A waitress named Barbara served us and left an indelible impression on us. She was such an amazing worker it was unbelievable. Never have we encountered such an amazing, attentive wait person. Later that day we ate a delicious meal in Greektown at the Laikon Cafe, and shopped at Trapper’s alley and another big big mall in Dearborn.

Greektown and Trapper’s Alley. You can see the sign that says Laikon Cafe on the postcard. We sure lucked out when we chose that place for Greek food. It was amazing. Sadly both places are no longer there, as the area has become home to a huge casino.
Two iconic symbols of Detroit. The Uniroyal TIres sign lets you know you’re getting close to the city on your way in from the airport, and the statue, located in the middle of the downtown area, can be easily seen from the Detroit People Mover.

One of our more interesting experiences was having menudo in a Mexican restaurant in the Mexicantown section of the city. The menudo had no hominy in it all. It was all broth and honeycomb tripe. We weren’t impressed, and the waiters who were watching us, giggled as they saw our shocked faces when the food was brought out to us. I’m not sure if we even finished it or not. Probably not.

That evening we drove to Toledo and went to Brett’s, a gay bar Ruben had been to when he lived there. On the 11th we went back to Toledo and ate at The Linck Inn, the restaurant that Ruben used to work at in Maumee.

When Ruben lived in Toledo he worked at the restaurant in the above building. At the time, it was called the Chadwick Inn, but it has had various names over the years. It’s a historic site, built in 1836.

We spent time shopping for antiques in the Irish Hills area, near Ann Arbor. We had a great experience exploring the small towns, but we ended up driving way too far, three quarters of the way across the state, and it took a while to get back to our hotel.

We rented another car and started on our way home on the 12th. Along the way, we stopped at some antique stores in western Michigan and Elkhart, Indiana, and avoided the Chicago area by driving south of it. We spent the first night in Des Moines. We checked into a Motel 6, but it was such a dump, we could not stay, so we found a Best Western and stayed there. We drove around the city for a while, and saw a bunch of kids coming out of a rock concert. We couldn’t believe it. They were all blonde!

The next day we made it all the way to Denver where we also stayed downtown at a Comfort Inn. Unfortunately, the fire alarm went off and we kind of freaked out because we were way up high, like on the 20th floor. Everything turned out fine, however.

From there, we started our drive to Tucson the following morning, but stopped in Albuquerque for dinner, then drove home.

It was quite an experience, that’s for sure. While I didn’t get to see my Michigan friends, it was still an enjoyable vacation. I love going across country in a car!

Ella Fitzgerald: April 25, 1917-June 15, 1996

My first partner, John, introduced me to female jazz singers back in 1979. Ella Fitzgerald was one of the greats. Man, could she sing! I’ve been an avid collector of her recordings since my early 20’s. I love most of her material, but her voice got a bit wobbly in the 70s, I must admit. She came to Tucson and performed a few times, but I never got to see her, unfortunately. I love her Duke Ellington Songbook and her Gershwin recordings, especially. On her live album, Ella in Hollywood, she scats for over 7 minutes. Her vocal creativity was astounding.

July 4-10, 1996: ALA Annual Conference, New York City NY.

I hadn’t been to New York City since 1977, when I was 18 and took a Greyhound bus from Tucson to Newark to visit my sister Becky and her husband. This time around, I stayed smack dab in the middle of town and was there to attend the ALA Annual conference. It’s the only one that’s been held there since I’ve been attending (my first ALA was in 1989). It’s a very expensive place to have a conference. It was an enjoyable trip for the most part, but the heat and humidity were sometimes unbearable.

The Jacob K. Javits Convention Center, shown on the left in the photo below, is commonly known as the Javits Center, and is a large convention center on Eleventh Avenue between 34th Street and 38th Street in Hell’s Kitchen. It was designed by architect James Ingo Freed of Pei Cobb Freed & Partners. Across the street was a railroad car restaurant that I had breakfast at. I don’t remember the name of it, however.

I stayed at the Days Hotel, shown above on the right, at 790 N .8th Ave., near Times Square. It’s since changed names several times. There was a swimming pool on the roof, but the sky was gray and the air felt yucky.

I didn’t get to see everything I wanted to see, unfortunately, but I did visit some new places like the lower east side and Central Park.

I had dinner at Woody’s and later had drinks at Don’t Tell Mama. I can hardly remember being in these places, but I have receipts that prove I was there.

My hotel was close to Times Square and the St. Patrick’s Cathedral, which I visited on Sunday. What a gorgeous church!

On Saturday, my friend Doreen and I attended a to a fundraiser reception for REFORMA at the Mexican Cultural Institute. We didn’t stay for very long, and decided to leave. We then went to the lower east side to hang out with one of Doreen’s friends from library school.

We had dinner there and also went to a really great bookstore, where I bought some Noam Chomsky books.

I had wandered over the Greenwich Village earlier and found Gerde’s Folk City. The place where we had dinner in the east village was called the Yaffa Cafe.

On Sunday, I walked up to Central Park to see the Marley family perform. I especially wanted to see Rita Marley. It was a hot, muggy day. I was dehydrated and got sick after drinking just one beer, so I decided to go back to my room and left before Rita Marley made it on to the stage. I was royally bummed out. Central Park was beautiful.

On the left below is a recording of the concert in Central Park that I attended very briefly. It was hot and humid, and I made the mistake of drinking a beer, which got me very sick. I had to leave the venue early. i was very bummed out.

A bridge in Central Park.. It’s a big, big place, with lots of trees. It took forever to walk through it to the bandstand where the Marley family were performing.

Jorge Negrete, Pedro Infante and Javier Solis were among Mexico’s most beloved ranchera singers. There existed at the time very few biographies of these perfomers , so finding these was a big thrill. I found them at the ALA exhibit hall at the conference. Each of these is a part of a 3 volume set. Man, what a find!

Unfortunately, my flight home from New York was delayed, and I had to stay overnight in a hotel near the airport Denver. It was a nerve wracking experience, I must say. I got home a day late as a result.

Antonio Aguilar y Su Familia: Pima County Rodeo Grounds, July 27, 1996.

I’m so glad I went to this show. The highlight of the entire thing was when the great Flor Silvestre sang Mi Destino Fue Quererte while strolling around on a horse, and of course Antonio Aguilar was wonderful, as were his sons. It was a fabulous event. I have been a fan since my teenage years. In the sixties, my mom absolutely loved Flor Silvestre and her signature tune, Mi Destino Fue Quererte, and when Pepe Aguilar started recording rancheras in the early 90’s with mariachi accompaniment, I went crazy and bought every recording he put out. I’ve seen him solo a few times. He and his children perform together now all the time and have recorded some great videos. Its been a few years now since both Don Antonio and his wife passed away. Antonio Aguilar and Flor Silvestre left behind an amazing recorded legacy of classic rancheras as well as scores of movies. The Aguilar Family is from Zacatecas, the same state where my grandmother Zeferina Torres was from.

Deadly Bombing in Atlanta during the Olympics: July 27,1996.

The Centennial Olympic Park bombing was a domestic terrorist pipe bombing attack on Centennial Olympic Park in Atlanta, Georgia, on Saturday, July 27, 1996, during the Summer Olympics. The blast directly killed one person and injured 111 others; another person later died of a heart attack.

A new member of the family–Noah Andres Diaz-Colwell, born on August 9 1996.

My niece Valerie, daughter of my brother Charles and his wife Elaine, married Wade Colwell the previous year. Their first child Noah was born on August 9. He grew up to be a very tall and handsome young man. It’s hard to believe he’ll be 28 this year!

My Staff Development Work

Keeping up with change in the profession was quite challenging in the mid-90s. Technology was transforming how we did our work as librarians in every area, including cataloging, collection development, and reference. The World Wide Web and the internet were new to most people, and there was a lot to learn. In addition, the staff at the UA Library continued to grapple with the changes brought on by the Library restructuring process. My job was to provide funding for workshops and training in addition to setting up training programs within the Library. While this was just part of my job, it took up a lot of time and energy, and it seemed like the staff always had something to complain about. I struggled to keep up I wrote up this annual report for the Dean of the Library. It details my work in this area.

Staff Development Annual Report for FY 95/96, August 12, 1996.

Traffic Survival School: August 18, 1996

Over the years, I’ve had several car accidents and have received a fair number of speeding tickets etc. I think I’ve participated in these defensive driving courses at least three or four times altogether over the years. I do not have good depth perception and it causes a lot of problems. I’ve had a lot of close calls while driving, many more than I care to admit! The cars I’ve had have all gotten a real beating. I’m hell on wheels, as they say! The past few years have been better, thank goodness.

This wasn’t my best year, driving-wise. I got several tickets this year, and was also involved in a car accident. I had to go to defensive driving school and completed it on August 18, 1996. Lord knows how many times I’ve had to do this over the years.

August 22-August 25, 1996: First REFORMA National Conference, Austin, TX.

My second trip to Texas this year was to Austin, to attend the first REFORMA national conference. I had a great time. I also met a lot of really cool people and had some delicious food.

I participated in the following three different programs. I was a panelist on the first two, and the discussion convener and facilitator on the last one. Each program was well-received and we had good attendance.

“How to Start and Maintain an Successful REFORMA Chapter”

“Writing Effective Cover Letters and Resumes”

“What’s Up With the PAIS Ad?”

This was my first ever visit to Austin, and I was eager to see the sights, especially 6th Street, home to a variety of music clubs, and quite a “scene”, as they say. Austin has been known for a long time as the live music capital of the world, and home to Willie Nelson and Austin City Limits.

The conference was held at the Austin Convention Center (below, left) and my hotel was the Omni Austin hotel, (below right).

Our opening reception was held at the LBJ Presidential Library, (below left), on the UT Austin campus, on the north side of downtown. 6th St., shown below on the right, was not far away from where we stayed.

Book People and Waterloo Records were great places for shopping. I went there a couple of times. My good friend Karen Downing was also at this conference, and we shopped together.

The State Capitol building was a in the vicinity, and close to it was a gay bar called Charlie’s. There were other gay bars in the area also. I went to a few of them with some people I had met at the conference.

Overall, it was a great conference. I had a wonderful time, and would return to Austin two more times over the years. It’s a great city to visit and is much more liberal than most other cities in Texas.

My quest to keep learning…

I’ve been very fortunate to have many learning opportunities come my way, particularly in the early years of my career. I’ve attended a variety of training programs, including ones on time management, project management, developing management and training skills as well as facilitation skills. This particular year, I attended a workshop on MS Access, a database management program. Unfortunately, I did not practice enough to use it continuously. Excel was more widely promoted within the Library, and I learned that program too.

Long live the queen….

Joan Baez stopped recording for Vanguard Records in the early 70’s, but the record company continually re-packaged and re-issued her recordings over the years. I have all of the re-issues in my collection, including the Joan Baez Ballad Book, The Joan Baez Contemporary Ballad Book, The Joan Baez Love Song Album, and the Joan Baez Country Music album. Joan Baez Live at Newport, appeared in 1996, and was different in that most of the songs on this album had not appeared before on any of Joan’s previous lps, although some had been included in various Live at Newport anthologies. Joan got her big break at Newport back in 1959, so it’s a big part of her history. These songs are all from her appearances between 1963 and 1965, and include two duets with Bob Dylan.

Released on 9-17-96, this is a compilation of Ms. Baez’s live performances at the Newport Folk Festival throughout the 1960s.

Shortly after the release of Live at Newport, Ms. Baez appeared on the cover of the folk music magazine, Dirty Linen. By this time in her career, she had become a much-adored living legend, and many singers, including Emmylou Harris, were starting to publicly point to her as their insipiration and their reason for wanting to become a singer themselves. Joan’s guitar playing, especially on her early live recordings, was also starting to be acknowledged as brilliant. She is a fabulous guitarist.

Tucson High School 40th Reunion, September 21, 1996

My Aunt Mary Rascon graduated from Tucson High in 1956. This is the photo she and my uncle Donato took at her 40th high school reunion gathering. Uncle Nato never finished high school, unfortunately. He joined the marines when he was 15. He has since passed, but Aunt Mary is still with us. She’s one of only three aunts that I have left. The other two are my brothers sisters, Helen and Carmen.

Ocober 12-October 15, 1996: LAMA/LITA National Conference, Pittsburgh, PA.

On my second trip to Pittsburgh in as many years, I attended a conference co-sponsored by two ALA Groups– the Library Administration and Management Association and the Library Information Technology Association. It was their first joint conference, and as a member of the LAMA Diversity Committee, I was asked by the chair, Joan Howland to put together a program on information technology and its impact on diverse groups.

As coordinator of this program, I decided to write a paper on how the internet further divides the haves from the have-nots. I also asked my colleagues Patricia Tarin and Carla Stoffle to co-present with me. I was very excited about the program, but I didn’t do a great job with my part of the presentation. I was very nervous and towards the end, dropped my papers on the floor. I was very embarrassed. Pat Tarin didn’t give a very good presentation either, but Carla saved the day and hit it out of the ballpark for us.

In hindsight, I was out of my league writing about information technology. I really didn’t have a good grasp on things at this stage in my career, and was a over my head. I chalked it up as an important learning experience. My paper is linked here: “Social Equity and Empowerment in the Age of Technology”

This was a very short trip and I didn’t get to see much of Pittsburgh. I did, however, explore parts of downtown that I hadn’t seen the year before. I really like the city, and will hopefully return again and spend more time here.

Downtown Pittsburgh. What a gorgeous skyline!

October 30-November 3, 1996:Ford Foundation Diversity Conference, Seattle WA.

I first visited Seattle in 1981. At the time, my sister Becky lived in a small town close by called Lacey. I spent about a week with her and her husband Paco, and we went all over the place, including Victoria, Canada and Mt. Rainier. We also visited Pike’s Market and the Seattle Space Needle. This time around, I was there to attend a Ford Foundation-sponsored diversity conference. The UA Diversity Action Council sent me and paid for this trip.

I attended several programs and events at the conference, but don’t remember anything specific about it that stood out. My memories at this point are sharper regarding what I did on my own while in the city.

After getting settled in at my hotel, which was a Westin, I decided to head over to the Pikes Market area, where my sister Becky and her husband took me when I was last there. It’s an interesting place, with three stories of shops and lots of food vendors. There was seafood available for sale everywhere.

I also found some shops in the vicinity including one calle La Sirena Rosa. The owner there specializes in selling clothing, music and other stuff from Latin America. I really liked this store, and bought myself a Che Guevara t-shirt and some Latin music while here.

Another store I round was The Spanish Table. It specialized in Spanish imported goods, including food and household items. I bought a beautiful cookbook here.

I bought the Joni Mitchell recording, shown below on the left, on cassette at a Sam Goody record store in Seattle two days after its official release date, which was October 29, 1996. There’s a companion recording called “Misses” as well that was released on the same day. A day later, I bought the Lola Beltran recording on cassette at the same store. My first experience at the store was fine, but my second visit turned into a nightmare. The clerk was a real uptight jerk. He watched my every move, thinking I was there to steal something. I was so angry. I would’ve just walked out, but I wanted the recording badly. I had never seen it before, and I was in the midst of building my Mexican music collection. I love Lola Beltran, and Mexican ranchera music was my passion at the time.

Later, I got the royal treatment at a restaurant/bar, where I ordered a burger and fries. My waitress completely forgot about me, and my hamburger sat on the counter for quite a while. It was yet another bad experience and it left a bad impression.

On my last day in Seattle, I visited the Space Needle. I had been there before, but wanted to go up to the top again. It was fun. I bought some souvenirs there, but don’t remember what exactly.

Sometime in between doing all the things I have already mentioned, I found time to explore the gay bars in Seattle. There were quite a few close to my hotel. I had a lot of fun and met some interesting people.

Unfortunately, my overall impression of the city was that it was not a very friendly place. I’ve since been back twice, and I still don’t care for it much. It’s a hilly city and hard on one’s legs. It’s also spread out all over the place and hard to get around. There are lots of other places I got to see this year, and they were a lot friendlier. Even New York City was friendlier than Seattle. Oh well. You can’t win ’em all!

1996 Presidential Elections

Bill Clinton had a difficult time with Republican-controlled Congress once they gained control in 1994, but he still managed to beat Bob Dole in the 1996 election, winning 379 electors to Dole’s 159 and taking 49.2% of the national popular vote to Dole’s 40.7%. The following four years would be even more challenging for him for a number of reasons, but he left the country better off when his second term was over than President Bush had. As a result of the Clinton economic policies, the US attained a budget surplus of $237 billion, shrunk unemployment, created 22 million new jobs, and reduced inflation. Too bad George Jr. got installed by the Supreme Court in 2000. Things got a lot worse after that.

Clinton wins another election, November 18, 1996.

November 26, 1996: Not So White Roundtable: A Dialogue with Our Colleagues of Color

The success of the first two Not So Straight Roundtables inspired the Diversity Council to sponsor a similar program that featured staff who were members of the Native American, African American and Latino communities. Staff spoke openly about their experiences with institutional racism. The attendees listened and came away with new insights, sensitivity and awareness, which is what we had hoped would happen.

The Dean of the Library attended the event, and was very impressed with our work, as her note below indicates. Receiving this kind of feedback at the end of such a crazy, up and down year really helped boost my morale.

Alejandro Fernandez releases Muy Dentro de Mi Corazon: 12-10-96

During this period of his recording career, Alejandro Fernandez just kept getting better and better. This album has mariachis all over it, and several songs, such as “Es La Mujer” became big hits. The following Spring, the album received a Grammy award nomination in the category of Best Mexican/Mexican American album.

Released on 12-10-96, this album achieved double platinum status in the US.

Merry Christmas!

Wow! What a year it was!. I received a bunch of Christmas cards from friends and family, including my good friends Pernela and Scott Teresa, Doreen and Jose’, among others. Below is a small sample of the cards we were sent.

My Life Story: 1959-1965

Things to know up front:

You can enlarge the photos by clicking on them. Click the back arrow key to return to the post.

Every chapter in My Life Story includes information about me, my work, my family and my friends. It also includes information about events that took place locally and nationally, etc. that I thought important enough to include. You’ll also find that I’ve included films, musicians and recordings/videos, in addition to books that were released in a given year.

While I have included many personal photos, most of the graphic content included below is borrowed from the Internet. I do not claim to own this material. I am just adding it for educational purposes. If the owners of any of the content in the “My Life Story” series want their stuff removed, I am happy to oblige. My email address is jrdiaz@arizona.edu. Thanks!

My mom and dad sometime in the 50s.

At the time I was born, my parents and five siblings all lived together in Tucson on 22nd St. in a small three bedroom house, a red brick tract home just east of the Southern Pacific railroad tracks in a subdivision called Country Club Manor, the boundaries of which were 22nd  St. to 17th Street and Plumer Ave to Country Club. We lived next to a big empty lot, and had a lot of outside space in which to play. Randolph Park was nearby too. Our church was St. Ambrose Catholic Church on Tucson Blvd, just south of Broadway and our local elementary school was Robison Elementary. There were a lot of families with kids in the neighborhood. Most were either Mexican American or Anglo. It was a mixed neighborhood, and wasn’t considered a “barrio” necessarily, until later in the 1970s and 80s.

In 1959, most of my brothers and sisters were all in school, and their ages ranged from 2 to 15, with some in grade school at Robison, others at Mansfeld Jr. High and the oldest at Tucson High. The boys in the family all played sports, and were usually busy doing things outside the house. The girls were both very attractive and popular, and always had lots of friends. Boys became their focus as they moved into their teens.

My dad worked as a miner in San Manuel and mom stayed home and took care of all of us, cooking and cleaning and making sure that everything at home was in working order. Dad and mom had been together since 1943, and, after 15 years of marriage, had developed a volatile relationship and some ‘unhealthy’ habits, unfortunately, so our home life was not always peaceful, especially in the Sixties.

I was the last of the kids, and my mom kept me at her side all the time. I was a chubby child, was  considered  a momma’s boy and a crybaby, and everyone called me Bobby Joe, or BJ, nicknames that I have always disliked, but have learned to accept over time. While I wasn’t athletic at all, I was a smart kid. In fact, when my mom went to see my first grade teacher, Mrs. Goldbaum for her parent-teacher meeting, Mrs. Goldbaum said to her, “where did you get this one? He’s so bright!”, or something to that effect. She had also been Charles’s, Becky’s and Rudy’s first grade teachers when they attended Robison in the 50s.

Early on, I developed a love for popular music. My parents even bought me my own record player when I was 3 years old. I impressed everyone with my ability to correctly pick out a record from a stack of 45’s after being told just once what the title was. Again, I was just 3 at the time.

As the Sixties progressed, my sisters and brothers started to leave home either to get married or on to other things such as the Navy, and our family began to grow. My three nieces Belisa, Michelle and Anadine were all born in the Sixties, and I spent a lot of time with them. They were more like my sisters than my nieces because we were so close in age.

I had several close friends as a child, including Billy “Bubba” Fass, and his brother Ricky, Ernie Carrillo, and three sisters who lived next door to our family whose names were Becky, “Tiny” and Debbie Romo. There were other kids too who we played with, of course, but these were my closest friends. We spent a lot of time playing in the alley or on 21st St, where we would play flag football a lot of the time. We also spent a lot of time at St. Ambrose’s swimming pool, and at Randolph Park where we played sports. One time I planted a little rose garden with roses that my mom bought me at the local grocery store. I also had an aquarium and parakeets at one point, but over time my interest in these hobbies dwindled.

These photos and documents provide a pictorial glimpse of my life as a child in Tucson up through the middle of 1965, or the beginning of the first grade. Most of the photos are pictures taken before I was a student at Robison Elementary School. Others were taken in such places as the local park or at family gatherings. I feel fortunate that I still have them after all these years, and humbly share these treasures here with my friends and family. These photos and documents bring back many wonderful memories, as one can imagine, and I share some of them in the captions that follow.

I was born on January 15, 1959 to Alfred and Josephine Diaz. I was their sixth and last child, and the only one born at Tucson Medical Center. Most of my other siblings were born at St. Mary’s Hospital. My oldest sister was born at my grandmother’s house in South Tucson.
A clipping from the January 16, 1959 edition of the Tucson Citizen . I was one of six babies born the day before at TMC.
I don’t remember Dr. Lacock, but I do remember Dr. Thompson. He was a very tall man and a well-respected local pediatrician. My mom would take me to see him when he was at the Tucson Clinic on Tucson Blvd., just north of Broadway, back in the early 60s.
I was a big, healthy newborn, but the doctor also told my mother that I had a larger than average sized head, which caused him some concern. According to my mother, it meant that I would either be very intelligent or “differently abled”, as they say nowadays. Thank heavens I turned out fine.

I was born into a Catholic family. Our family parish was St. Ambrose, which was on Tucson Blvd. Prints of the Last Supper, the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the VIrgen de Guadalupe hung on the walls of our home, and were some of the very first works of art that I ever saw. We also had a copy of the Catholic Family Bible, which included more religious art.

I was baptized when I was four months old. Wilbur and Eva Morales were my godparents. They would send me a brand new dollar bill every year for Christmas when I was small.
Irene, my oldest sibling, was 15 when I was born.

One of my very first memories was of my sister Irene’s sweet sixteen party in November, 1959. I remember being taken to the back bedroom for a nap that afternoon, just as the party got started. I didn’t fall asleep right away. I was busy listening to the music, oldies but goodies like What’s Your Name by Don and Juan and We Belong Together by Robert and Johnny. The following song was also played.

Having five older brothers and sisters exposed me to many different genres of popular music, from oldies to the Beatles to the Temptations. I’ve always loved this song. It takes me right back, believe it or not, to that party in late 1959 when I was just 10 months old.
I grew up listening to popular music on the radio. It was a constant in our home and I was attracted to it from the very beginning.

Here’s another song I’ve been listening to my whole life. The Chubby Checker version was released in 1960.

The Twist, by Chubby Checker, was released in June 1960.
Both the City of Tucson and the University of Arizona provided the community with active and vibrant cultural programming.
Joan Baez’s first recording for Vanguard Records was released in October, 1960. It was on the charts for a long time. The following song, All My Trials, is an old favorite.
Clark Gable died on November 16, 1960.
My dad, seated on the far left, with all of his brothers and sisters, Superior, Az, 1961.
At my cousin Olivia’s wedding in Superior, 1961. My cousin Sylvia is third from the left, my sister Irene is to her right, and my cousin Carmelita is second from the right.
It would be many years before I really began to appreciate Sarah Vaughan’s artistry. This gem was released in 1961. Our family acquired this album in the late 60s when my dad bought us a new console television at Flash TV. It had a record player and radio, and came with 50 free albums, including this one. I think the only person that ever played the album at the time was my sister Becky. I didn’t start listening to is until around 1979 at the age of 20. It’s one of Sarah’s best albums and it features the great Count Basie and his orchestra. The following song is gorgeous. Her voice is unmistakably unique.
I just had to include this. We had a vacuum cleaner just like it. When my mom wasn’t cooking, she was cleaning–doing laundry, making beds, dusting or vacuuming. She worked night and day.
This album was released in 1961 and was very popular in the Mexican American community. My parents owned a copy, as did my aunts and uncles. I grew up listening to it. My favorite song was “El Caballo Blanco”, which included at the very beginning of the song, the sound of a horse neighing. I got the biggest kick out of that! There was also a holiday-themed song on it called “Se Va Diciembre” that I clearly remember hearing at Christmas time every year it seemed.
Jose Alfredo Jimenez’s “El Caballo Blanco” was first recorded on the Columbia label in the 1950s.
Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris on the cover of Life Magazine. They both had an amazing year.
Roger Maris of the New York Yankees made history on October 1, 1961, when he hit his 61st home run, breaking the record held for decades by the great Babe Ruth.
Leonel Bravo was my sister Irene’s boyfriend for several years. He graduated from Tucson High School in 1961 and joined the marines. He and my sister planned to get married, but things didn’t work out that way. He was like an older brother to me.

My mom would sing this song to me all the time at bedtime. When she sang the words, “I couldn’t find my baby,” I would stick my head out from under the covers and say, “Here I am, mommy!” I remember it like it was yesterday. My mom sang me lots of songs when I was little.

These photos were taken some time in 1962. My sister’s boyfriend Sonny Bravo had just taken me to get a haircut, one of my very first. I’m shown here wanting to get on the car, and then sitting on his car with the monkey he had just bought for my sister. I had the photos digitally enhanced and the color of the vehicle and my clothes came out different in each photo. Dang.

There was a Kinney Shoes store on East 22nd street. My mom and dad took me there to buy me shoes when I was about three. I remember it well.

Doggie in the Window, by Patti Page

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This great song was released in January, 1953, but it was very popular through the next decade.

This song was another one of the earliest I remember hearing. It was recorded way back in 1953, and unlike this version, the original features Patti singing in harmony with herself. My friend Billy Fass had the record. I just adore Patti Page. She has one of the loveliest voices I’ve ever heard. People who remember her for just this one little tune and equate her music with 50s slick pop hit parade garbage are missing the mark completely. She could swing as well as anyone, and her tone was clear as a bell.

This song was a number one hit on the R & B charts in April and May, 1962. I just loved it.

My mom loved Ray Charles. This was one of her very favorite songs.

Here’s another song my mom would sing to me at bedtime. She had a beautiful voice.

This is a close-up of a photo that was also taken in 1962, but later in the year in Nogales, Sonora . I’m sitting on my mom’s lap.
Irene, Fred, my mom, me, Mary Ruiz and her daughter in Nogales in 1962.
This was Little Eva’s only top hit. It was number one on the charts for a few weeks, beginning in late August, 1962. I used to love this song.
Marilyn Monroe died of a pill overdose on August 5, 1962

I just had to include this song. Girls used to sing this to me. I don’t even remember who they were, but it made me embarrassed and happy at the same time. The song was released in late August, 1962.

This was Marcie Blane’s only big hit. It was released on September 28, 1962.
Bobby’s Girl was released on September 28, 1962. My sister and her friends used to tease me and sing this to me when I was a kid. I was embarrassed, but loved the attention at the same time.

1962-9-29: Air Force sergeant Gonzalo “Chalo” Palacio died of a heart attack in Paris, France. He was only 37. He was my dad’s cousin. His father was Emilio Palacio, who immigrated to the Americas with my grandfather Antonio Palacio Diaz. Chalo lived with our family for a brief period of time in the late fifties/early sixties, I believe. I barely remember him. I still have a foot locker he left at my parents. He also left a big, long Japanese sword, but I don’t know what happened to it. He left behind several brothers and sisters, as well as a wife and several children. His son Randy was my Spanish teacher at Salpointe.

Belisa, my sister Irene’s first child, was born on October 18, 1962. This photo is from early 1963.
Released January 16, 1963. My brother Charles probably took Fred and me to see this. He did that a lot.
I just loved this song, much to my brother Fred’s consternation. He realized that I was “different” when I told him I liked this song. Released in January, 1963.

The following song was also released in January, 1963. I loved it as a kid.

March 5, 1963. Patsy Cline was killed in a plance crash. What a loss. She was a great singer.
My brother Freddie in 1963.
April 7, 1963, Arizona Daily Star. My brother Charles was a star athlete at Tucson High School.
My brother Charles is 2nd from the right in the top row. He was known as “Fingertips Charlie”. This was his junior year, 1963.
For as long as I can remember, this movie would come out on t.v. every Easter Sunday. The witch and her gargoyles really scared the heck out of me.
What a beautiful song.
The recorded single came out in 1939, although the song was recorded for the movie in 1938.
My sister Becky in 1963.
I started watching cartoons at a very young age. These are a few of the ones I used to like.
Bob Dylan’s second album was released on May 27, 1963. His song Blowin’ In The Wind became one of the anthems of the civil rights era.
Nuff said…
My record player looked exactly like this. My parents took me to a second hand store one day and bought it for me. They used to trip out because I was be able to “read” the titles of the records when I was just 3. I think what really happened was that I had a photographic memory and only needed to have someone tell me the name of the record once, and I would remember it.
I didn’t discover this until I was in high school. It was recorded at the height of the civil rights movement, just a couple of months before the March on Washington. Listen to Seeger sing Tom Paxton’s Ramblin’ Boy.

Meanwhile, across the country, the civil rights movement witnessed another casualty.

Civil rights leader Medgar Evers.
Photo of my grandmother, Josefa Rascon, on our front lawn on 22nd St, Summer, 1963. I’m on the left.
June, 1963. My brother Rudy had just graduated from Mansfeld Jr. High School and we had a little family gathering on this day. This is a close up of me from the photo above. I’m standing in the front doorway of our house, holding a bunch of 45 records. My parents had bought me my very own record player the year before.
Belisa, my sister Irene’s daughter, around 6 months old.
Rudy’s 8th grade graduation. That’s my mom, with Rudy and Fred. In the background you can see my dad’s jaguar in the driveway. It was usually parked in the back yard, along with several other cars that didn’t work.
My mom, my grandmother, and my Aunt Mary.

The civil rights movement was in full swing in 1963. The following song, Blowin’ In the Wind, was written and recorded by Bob Dylan. It was released as a single by Peter, Paul and Mary in June 1963. It reached #2 on the Billboard Hot 100.

Another senseless tragedy in the South…

Posed pitching shot of Sandy Koufax as Los Angeles Dodger c1963. My brother Rudy had this photo of Koufax in his bedroom. He was a huge fan.
Rudy, Becky and Charles in 1963.
The great Dinah Washington was found dead on December 14, 1963. She overdosed on a combination of pills and alcohol. Another tragic loss.

Three civil rights workers were reported missing on 6/21/64. Their bodies were recovered seven weeks later in a swamp outside of Philadelphia, Mississippi. The local KKK, Sheriff, and members of the local police department were involved in the murder.

When I was a small child, we would go to Ben Lee’s Market on the southwest corner of 22nd and Tucson Blvd all the time to buy saladitos and other stuff like comic books and candy. On July 7, 1964, a fire broke out inside the store and did a lot of damage. The store ended up closing. I can still remember going in there. It was our neighborhood Chinese market.

From the Arizona Daily Star, July 8, 1964.
This was another film we saw as kids at the drive-in. Released on August 14, 1963. There was a tv series by the same name that followed later that I would watch all the time.
Martin Luther King Jr. at the March on Washington on August 28, 1963. An estimated 250,000 people showed up to support the fight for civil rights.

Here’s an excerpt of the speech Martin Luther King, Jr. gave at the March on Washington.

Sherry, by the 4 Seasons, was one of my very first 45’s. It was my favorite too. My brother’s friend Bob Stelburg gave it to me. It had been a number one hit in October, 1962.
Released on October 1, 1963, this film was shot in Tucson. I didn’t see it until later, when it came out on tv, but I loved it. I try to catch it every time it was on tv, just as I would the Singing Nun a few years later.

1963 World Series

Nobody could hit anything off Sandy Koufax. He is known to have humiliated the Yankees hitting team, led by Mickey Mantle, in this series.
Sandy Koufax and Don Drysdale celebrating victory, Oct. 6, 1963.
I was almost 5 years old when this happened. I was in one of the bedrooms at home listening to the radio when the announcer broke in and informed the world that Kennedy had been shot. I ran into the kitchen to tell my mom and others. Nobody believed me…
This premiered on 12/11/63. My brother Charles took me and Freddie to see it at the 22nd St. Drive In.
My sister Irene gave birth to her second daughter, Michelle, on December 13, 1963.
My dad broke his leg in a mining accident sometime around Christmas in 1963. He stayed in the hospital for nearly a year.

One day, I went shopping with my mom to Southgate, and she bought a 45 by Lucha Villa that had the following song on one side, and on the other was a song called “Asi Perdi Tu Amor”. Both tunes were written by the great Mexican composer Cuco Sanchez. I still have the 45.

Who doesn’t remember this? These guys changed the pop world. Released in the U.S. on 12-26-63
Released on January 20, 1964.
I remember this like it was yesterday. A memorable occasion for sure!
My friend Bubba’s mom would drop us off at the Fox on Saturday mornings, and we’d cross the street and wait in front of the Plaza Theater to take the 22nd street bus home. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Summer, 1964. My brother Fred, my mom and me, standing in front of the orange tree in our front yard. This was the day of my brother Fred’s first holy communion.
That’s me standing in back of my cousin David. Summer, 1964. His sister Gloria also had her first holy communion that day.
My cousins John and David and me, Summer 1964. The 22nd Street overpass is under construction in the background. We were all born the same year, but I was the oldest. Our siblings, Fred, Turi and Gloria were also the same age, and had all just had their first holy communions on this day.
Sometime in early 1964, my two front teeth got knocked out when I ran in back of my friend Bubba in the back yard, just as he was about to take a swing at a golf ball with a big wooden golf club. The golf club hit me right in the mouth and my teeth fell out. My mother thought I looked very cute without my two front teeth, so she had my sister Irene take me to have my portrait taken at the Olan Mills studio on Broadway. My sister bought me the jacket just for the occasion.
We always had a tv at home, and I started watching it from the time I was a toddler. This is but a sampling of the shows I watched. I spent hours in front of the television after school every day and on the weekends. Saturday mornings were my favorite time of the week, because that’s when cartoons were shown. I continued to watch tv up until my junior year of high school. Once I started working at Fry’s, I stopped.
We had this 45 record at home in the mid-60s. It was recorded by Shirlely Bassey on August 20, 1964 for the movie Goldfinger. It was a top 10 hit in the U.S. I’ve never really liked anything else by Shirley Bassey. She has a big, brassy voice, not something I care for too much, but I really liked this song for some reason.
My mom and dad in the mid-60s.
This was one of my mom’s very favorite songs. She had the 45 and would play it all the time.
As long as I can remember, my parents shopped at this grocery store, and I tagged along. At one point or another, we went to every one of them, except the one on N. Grande, every other Friday on payday. Mom would get a cart, and Dad would get a cart, and they each went their separate ways in the store, but converged about an hour later, each with a basket full of food and other household stuff.
Wow.
Bewitched premiered on September 17, 1964. I clearly remember watching the very first episode.
My mom did her daytime shopping either at Food Giant on 22nd and Country Club or at Lucky’s which was on the corner of 22nd and Cherry in the Pueblo Plaza shopping center. It’s former name was Goodman’s. Next door to it was a drugstore called Jones Drug. There was also a liquor store and a laundromat, as well as a few other businesses in the shopping center. We were fortunate to have so many places to shop near our house.

Mr. Lonely was released in October, 1964. I loved this song.

This was originally released in 1962, but was big hit in Fall, 1964.
I started Kindergarten at St. Ambrose School in September, 1964 and this photo was taken while I was there.
My kindergarten class photo. Fall, 1964. Included in this photo are my cousin David and my friends Linda Gray and Hugo Ruthling, among others. I didn’t complete kindergarten, unfortunately, because I got sick in early 1965. I stayed home with my mom from January 1965 until September, when I started the first grade at Robison Elementary School.

Man oh man. I used to love to listen to this song. The lead singer, Bill Medley, had such a unique, manly voice! You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling was releaed in November, 1964.

Here’s another very sad ranchera, again, one of my mom’s favorites. I still have the 45. This song is titled, “Cancion de un Preso”, or “Song of a Prisoner”, and it’s by the great Irma Serrano, one of Mexico’s most flamboyant and expressive singers.

I used to love this song. It was released in late 1964, and by early ’65 it was a top Billboard hit. I still have the 45.
This premiered on television on 12/6/64. I was there…
This is an amazing movie. Lucha Villa and Ignacio Lopez Tarso are both fantastic. The song, La Culebra Pollera, from the movie, follows.
It was a great year for music! The following year would be just as good, if not better!
My Girl, by the Temptations, was released on December 21, 1964. By March of the following year, it was at the top of the charts. This was my brother Charles’s favorite song.
This was another big Motown hit and was released on February 8, 1965, less than two months from the release of My Girl. Everybody loved the Supremes.

Malcolm X was assassinated on February 21, 1965. He was a radical Muslim activist who told the truth about race relations in this country. I had no idea who he was or what he stood for, as I was just a child. It wasn’t until college that I read his autobiography.

This was another tv movie that captured everyone’s attention. It premiered on February 22, 1965.

April 12, 1965: Baseball season arrives. Here are three random cards of players who were known to hit well. Killebrew’s team, the Minnesota Twins would make it all the way to the World Series this year.

My brother Charles left home in early 1965. He joined the Navy and was gone for four years.
While in the Navy from 65-69, the ship my brother Charles was assigned to initially was the USS Ashtabula. He also served on the USS Romulus and the USS Mattaponi. While he didn’t see battle, his ship was docked off the coast of Vietnam more than once and he and his shipmates were all exposed to Agent Orange.
Here are some photos our brother sent to us from boot camp. He was promoted to chief petty officer.
This concert by Joan Baez was recorded on June 5, 1965 in London, England at the BBC studios in front of a live studio audience. Ms. Baez is at her vocal peak here, in my opinion. Wish I had been there! I didn’t even know about her at this point in my life. I started listening to her in earnest my freshman year at Salpointe in 1974. I love her music. She’s one of my heroes. What a brave, passionate woman.
One of my favorite Beatles albums. Released on June 14, 1965, right before I was to start the first grade.

This tune was on Beatles VI.

Bad Boy was first released on the album “Beatles VI”. It rocks!

Family trip to northern Arizona, July 1965

The Flagstaff All-Indian Pow Wow, July 4, 1965

Bob Dylan released “Like a Rollings Stone on July 20, 1965. Suddenly, things got more serious.

My brother Rudy had this album. So did a lot of other people. Dylan rocked the whole world with Highway 61 Revisited.

One of the longest singles ever to get radio airplay.
My brother Charles’ US Naval Training Center Yearbook.
This film, starring Lucha Villa and Cuco Sanchez, was released in Mexico on August 5, 1965. It includes performances by Ms. Villa that never made it on to an album. I love these rare instances where one can here her sing with such passion and emotion. The following tune, Arrieros Somos, is a case in point.
My mom loved Lucha Villa. This song is a heartbreaker.

School and sports group photos from the 50s, 60s and 70s

My four eldest brothers and sisters attended Robison Elementary School from 1952 to 1960. They then went on to attend Mansfeld Jr. High and Tucson High. I also attended kindergarten at St. Ambrose for one semester. Here are some of our class photos, most of them from Robison. I’ve also included some sports team and other group photos in which my siblings and I appear. My two older brothers were heavily involved in high school sports, and later became little league coaches, and my brother Fred and I played on different teams in the late 60s. These are mostly photos of kids who grew up between Plumer and Country Club from Broadway south to the railroad tracks. If you click on the picture, you’ll see a larger version of it. Click the back arrow to return to the post.

1952-1953 school year. My sister Irene’s 3rd grade class, Robison Elementary School.
1953-1954 school year. My sister Becky’s first grade class. The teacher was Mrs. Goldbaum.
1955-1956 school year. My brother Rudy’s first grade class. He had Mrs. Goldbaum too.
1955-1956 school year. Robison Elementary. I am not sure who was in this class.
1955-1956 school year at Robison Elementary. My sister Irene’s sixth grade class.
1957-1958 Mansfeld Jr. High Student Council photo. My sister Irene was Student Council secretary.
My brother Rudy’s 4th grade class. Mrs. Miller was later Mrs. Mow.
My sister Becky’s fifth grade class.
My brother Rudy’s fifth grade class.
1960-1961 Freshman Basketball team. Tucson High School. My brother Charles is in this photo.
1960-61 Tucson High School Freshman Baseball Team. My brother Charles Diaz, is in the top row second from left.
1961-62 Junior Varsity Basketball team, Tucson High School. My brother Charles is in this photo.
1962-1963 Tucson High School Varsity Baseball team. Eddie Leon is included here as are my brother Charles and his good friend Jesus “Chuy” Pesqueira.
1963. My brother Charles is right in the middle of the top row.
1963-1964 Tucson High School Freshman Baseball Team. My brother Rudy is in the middle row, second from last.
1963-1964. Members of the Tucson High Choraleers. My brother Rudy is the second from the left in the bottom row.
1963-1964 Tucson High School Varsity Baseball Team. My brother Charles is in the top row, third from the left.
1964-1965 Junior Varsity Football team. Tucson High School. My brother Rudy is in this photo.
1964-1965 Choraleers, Tucson High School. My brother Rudy is in this photo. It was his sophomore year.
My kindergarten class. I was there for just one semester, Fall ’64.
1965-1966 Varsity Baseball team, Tucson High School. Rudy in in the top row third from the last.
1965-1966 Choraleers, Tucson High School. Rudy is in the top row, third from the left.
Summer, 1966.My brother Fred’s little league team.
1966-67 Varsity Baseball Team. Tucson High School. My brother Rudy is in this photo.
1968-1969. My 4th grade class.
1968, Summer. My brothers Rudy and Freddie are in this photo from the late 60s. I think the team was “Tucson Merchants Association”. Not sure.
1969, Summer. Rudy’s little league team. Freddie my other brother is also in this photo as are my buddies Ernie Carrillo, Roman Jaurigue and Rick Fass.
1969-1970. My fifth grade class. My teacher was Mrs. Wagner, but she isn’t in the photo. A substitute teacher is.
1970-1971. My sixth grade class.
1970-1971 Freshman Baseball team, Tucson High School. My brother Freddie is in this photo.
1970 El Rancho Center little league team. I was on this team, but not in the photo.
1971 El Rancho Center little league team. My brother Charles and I are in this photo.
Mansfeld Jr. High Orchestra, Spring 1972. I’m just above the harp at the far end of the row.
Mansfeld Jr. High Orchestra, Spring 1973. I’m in the front row, fourth from the left.
1975 Salpointe Marching Band. I’m in the third row playing with Colleen Flahie’s hair.
Salpointe High School, 1975. National Honor Society

My Life Story: 1986

Things to know up front:

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Every chapter in My Life Story includes information about me, my work, my family and my friends. It also includes information about events that took place locally and nationally, etc. that I thought important enough to include. You’ll also find that I’ve included films, musicians and recordings/videos, in addition to books that were released in a given year.

While I have included many personal photos, most of the graphic content included below is borrowed from the Internet. I do not claim to own this material. I am just adding it for educational purposes. If the owners of any of the content in the “My Life Story” series want their stuff removed, I am happy to oblige. My email address is jrdiaz@arizona.edu. Thanks!

1986 was a year of ups and downs. It started off badly. My cousin Charlie Mendoza had just died in a tragic car accident in late December and my friend Dennis Krenek died on January 2. Charlie was only 19. He was my Aunt Helen’s son and was named after my brother Charles, who was in the Navy at the time he was born. He was a nice kid, very quiet and polite. My friend Dennis was only 33 when he succumbed to the AIDS virus. I had met him when I was with my first partner John back in 1978, and then later worked with him when I volunteered at the Southern Arizona Mental Health Center. He was an occupational therapist and a very good friend and mentor.  

In addition, at the beginning of the year, I was halfway through library school, still working at Fry’s and doing my radio show, and still with Brent, even though he continued to live and work up in Chandler. I kept very busy and juggled a lot of responsibilities. I missed Brent, but I made new friends early in the year. Thaddeus and Sandahbeth Spae showed up in my life in early January, and they hung out with me for about a month or so. They were musicians and gypsies, shady characters to some people, I’m sure, but nice people to me. Sandahbeth hailed from Virginia, had a gorgeous voice and could sing just about anything, from swinging jazz to blues to country music. Thaddeus was a hyper-active, multi-talented instrumentalist from the Northwest. Together they made an odd, but happy couple, and they called themselves “Amber Tide”. One day, on my birthday, I invited them to my parents house to hang out with me and my family, as my mom had made food and bought me a birthday cake. They graciously performed a few numbers, and we all had a blast. My mother was especially thrilled when Sandahbeth sang the Hank Williams tune, “Your Cheatin’ Heart” just for her. I can’t remember how long they stayed at my house. It might have been a month or more. I had to get them to move on eventually. My friend and landlord Ted thought they had stolen his son’s stereo equipment, as it went missing one day. Who knows? It’s possible they did it. I didn’t think so, but I was so naïve at the time, the possibility that these two roving gypsies would do something like that never crossed my mind.

I got increasingly jaded working at Fry’s. I took my job for granted and didn’t realize how good it was. I felt tied to the money as I was acquiring debt in the mid-80s, and I needed the job to pay my bills and keep a roof over my head. The company knew I was about to reach my 10-year anniversary, and thus close to getting vested with the Union’s pension plan, so I believe they were looking to get me fired. I was also active as a union steward and was busy recruiting new members, which didn’t help my cause at all. In mid-May, the unimaginable happened. I got fired for ringing out my own order during a break. One of the assistant managers, who didn’t like me, caught me doing this and informed me that it was against company policy and that he would see to it that I was terminated for it. I was devastated, because I didn’t have any savings. I was unemployed for a month and a half, I believe, until I finally found a job at Sears in the auto parts department in early July. It was humiliating. I hated that job, but it kept me alive until the end of the year.

While Brent and I were still a couple, it was hard maintaining a long distance relationship. We did our best to keep it together, especially when his parents came to town in April for a visit. We both spent a lot of time coming and going from Chandler to Tucson and back. After a while, he started having trouble at work, and he eventually was let go, so he moved back home from Phoenix sometime in May, if I’m not mistaken, and for a while we relied on his income as a tile setting assistant. Things were tight, but we managed.

During the first semester of 1986, I took two classes and had an internship at the UA Main library. The internship consisted of doing data entry for a project a librarian named Maria Hoopes, who happened to be my friend Peter Segura’s aunt, supervised. She was very nice and supportive, and one of the only librarians of color on the staff. The internship also consisted of spending time at the reference desk, helping students and others find materials for their research, and answering basic reference questions.  I learned a lot working at the reference desk, even though I didn’t feel the same level of support from some of the librarians with whom I worked while working there that I got from working with Maria.

My other classes were titled Reference Sources in the Humanities and An Introduction to Bibliography, in which I did quite well. For my class project, I compiled a comprehensive annotated bibliography on the works of Margaret Randall, a writer and poet who had lived in Mexico, Cuba and Nicaragua for many years, and who had recently returned to the U.S. She was currently under the threat of deportation because when she became a Mexican citizen, she gave up her American citizenship. The US government did not like her writings, either, which were all about life in socialist society. They thought her too dangerous and sought to keep her out of the country. I attended a reading she gave one night in late January at the U of A Social Sciences Auditorium, and decided that I wanted to find out more about her, so I took on the task of compiling all of her works and reviews about her works into one very long, annotated bibliography. I received an A on the project, and even got to correspond with Ms. Randall during the course of completing it. She was also able to use my bibliography in court as a record of her work. I was thrilled about that.

My classes in the Fall weren’t nearly as interesting as my Spring courses, but I got through them, and graduated in December with a 3.76 grade point average. My parents were ecstatic that I had completed yet another degree, and I was happy and relieved that I had finally finished the program. I was so lucky to have my parent’s support. They were always there for me. Even though I couldn’t handle living at home, I knew I could always pop over for a bite to eat, and my mom helped me with my laundry and ironing. She would always jokingly say to me, “mijito, I’m going to live another year, so I can see you graduate”. I wondered to myself, oh, oh, now what? She was ill at the time, and would only be with us just a short while longer, unfortunately.

Throughout the year, I continued to host the Chicano Connection Revisited on KXCI. I saved many of my playlists and have posted them all in the Chicano Connection Archive. I also have several cassette tapes of programs that I did this particular year, and will eventually get around to posting them in the archive too. Some of these shows include my buddy Richard Elias. He co-hosted several of them with me in the Fall. One of the highlights of the year was getting the opportunity to guest host for Ted Warmbrand’s show, “Music from the Living Loom”. Jamie Anderson, a local women’s music performer, and I collaborated on producing a gay pride Father’s Day show. Links to the show are included below. While the sound quality isn’t great, I’m glad I was able get this transferred from tape to digital format. I consider doing this show one of the highlights of my career in radio.

June 15, 1986: Music from the Living Loom, KXCI 91.7 FM, Tucson, “Gay Pride Show” featuring guest hosts Bob Diaz and Jamie Anderson. Part 1, Part 2.

KXCI sponsored lots of great concerts in 1986, many of which I attended, and my friend and landlord Ted Warmbrand also brought in several wonderful musical performers, so all in all I had a great time attending lots of concerts while continuing to build my ever growing home library of books and records. Some of the more memorable concerts I attended were the Bob Dylan/Tom Petty show up in Phoenix, Queen Ida and Her Zydeco Band at the El Casino Ballroom, and Stevie Wonder at McKale Memorial Center on the UA campus.

In December, I was able to find another temporary job, working as a cashier at the Food Conspiracy Co-Op. I liked this job much better than the one at Sears, but I kept them both until the end of the year. In mid-December, I started job hunting, and I found a job in Nogales as a public services and children’s librarian. I hadn’t really prepared myself to be a public librarian and was hoping to become an academic librarian, but this job was available and I needed one fast. I was hired before the year ended, so Brent and I packed everything up and were ready to move to Nogales by the beginning of January. A new chapter in our lives was about to begin.

I loved this calendar. It was locally produced.
My good friend Dennis died on January 2. He was 33 years old. This photo was taken back in 1978 when we were visiting Nogales with my then partner John.

Sandahbeth and Thaddeus Spae performed 3 songs for my friends and family at my birthday party. They sure were talented. To hear them sing, my previous blog post.
I ended up dropping two classes. The three that I kept were enough to keep me quite busy.
Information Sources in Humanities and Social Sciences was one of my favorite courses. It was taught by Dr. Don Dickinson. He was my favorite teacher.
The reference desk at the UA Main Library. Part of my internship consisted of spending time answering reference questions at “the desk”.
The card catalog was impressive. Staff spent hours each day updating it.
Margaret Randall
I attended this reading, and afterwards decided to do my Bibliography project on the works of Margaret Randall for my Bibliography Seminar class.
This performance was really fun. It was held in the Social Sciences Auditorium on the UA campus.
This event was wonderful theater. The comedy was spot on.
This was a sad day for the country. The whole world watched this tragedy live on television. The explosion occurred right after take off, and all of the crew members were killed instantly.
Bette Midler did several comedies in the mid-80s. This film was released on January 31, 1986
He’s baaacckk. He performed on 02/01/86.
This is one of my first attempts at putting together a research guide. 02/11/86. I think I got an “A” on it.
This album dealt with the current political situation. It was a scathing critique of the Reagan presidency. Released 02/18/86. The next song is one of my favorites.
Anita Baker had several hits with this album. It’s gorgeous.
Ted decided to feature himself in concert this year. He’s a wonderful storyteller and performer.
Brent’s parents visited in early April. They took this photo of us in front of our house.
This album was a big hit. It included the duet, “On My Own”, that Patti sang with Michael McDonald. Released on April 28, 1986
Released in the U.S. in April 1986. A wonderful gay love story.

Here are some of my exams, papers and projects I completed during the Spring, 1986 school semester:

02/11/86: Guide to Reference Materials in Jazz, LI S 571, Information Sources in the Humanities, Dr. Dickinson.

02/20/86: Exam in LI S 526, Introduction to Bibliography, Dr. Dickinson.

05/05/86: Margaret Randall: An Annotated Bibliography, in LI S 526, Introduction to Bibliography, Dr. Dickinson

Here is a letter I received from Margaret Randall after I sent her my completed bibliography project. Receiving this was the thrill of a lifetime. After all these years, she still remembers me too, as I was recently in touch with her on Facebook. She’s since written much more and continues her writing to this day.

I did well this semester. A few more classes, and I’d be done!
After working for Fry’s for 10 years, I was fired for ringing out my own order when on a break. The Union was able to ensure that I was vested so that I could receive a pension in later life, but even after having put in 10 years of time with the company, they couldn’t get me my job back. Another employee was later caught doing the same thing, and she was not fired.
This movie had some beautiful scenery. Released on May 23, 1986.
This grainy photo is the only one that exists that includes all of my brothers and sisters and me with our parents. I’m not sure exactly when it was taken. We had a great time, however.
I had just one semester left of Library School. I couldn’t wait to start my new career.
The great Benny Goodman passed away on June 13, 1986. These photos are from the Village Voice.
Jamie Anderson and I co-hosted a gay pride show (see links below) on KXCI together. She went on to become quite well known in the lesbian community and beyond, and over the years has released quite a few recordings.

Music From The Living Loom Show, Gay Pride/Father’s Day Program with guest hosts Bob Diaz and Jamie Anderson July 4, 1986. Part 1. (Audio only).

Music From The Living Loom Show, Gay Pride/Father’s Day Program with guest hosts Bob Diaz and Jamie Anderson, July 4, 1986. Part 2. (Audio only).

Every year during Gay Pride Month, a button was produced and distributed/sold to members of the gay community.
This was a great show. I remember hanging out with a guy named “Black Man Clay” afterwards and jamming with him. I sang all kinds of jazzy stuff and he harmonized and did rhythm. He was a great guy.
It took a while, but I finally found another job. I was hired at Sears and worked in the Auto Parts Dept. from July 1 until the end of the year. I was not a happy camper, but at least I was working.
My Sears name tag. We had to wear white shirts and blue pants on the job.
It took a while to warm up to this album. It wasn’t one of Bob’s best. Released on July 14, 1986.
This song is 11 minutes long. it’s a great tune, more like a long poem.
This was one of several letters I received from people who were incarcerated. My radio show was apparently a big hit with the inmates at the Wilmot prison facility.

This film was completed in 1984 and directed by John Jeremy, but it didn’t reach American audiences until early August, 1986, when it premiered on the PBS program, American Masters. That’s when I saw it. I managed to record the audio portion of the film and still have it on cassette. The entire film is now readily available on youtube and linked below.

Spike Lee’s first major directorial effort premiered on August 8, 1986, and was interesting, to say the least. I looked forward to what he would do next.
I started listening to Dwight Yoakam about a year or so after this was released on 08/19/86. I love his authentic, twangy voice.
Seems like everyone loved this album. My brother Charles would do some strange kind of meditation while it played. He tried to get my sister Becky and I to do it with him, and we just couldn’t. We kept laughing too much.
My last three classes…
This letter documents all the graduate courses I took while in the Library Science program. I was all set, and would soon have my Masters of Library Science in hand.
What a creepy movie. One you can’t stop watching…released on 09/19/86.

During the Fall semester, my last one as a student, I continued to host the Chicano Connection on KXCI. It was around this time that I got my good friend Richard to join me as co-host. We hosted several shows together, including the one noted below. One time we had our friends Mike and Denise join us, and they danced in the studio as we played Dylan’s Romance in Durango. Another time, Richard and I read the little “Know Your Rights” pamphlet on the air. We thought it was really cool to provide that kind of public service. We were both likely pretty lit most of the time, but had a blast and managed to get through each show without messing up too badly. Hanging out with Richard at this point in my life helped me get through the last couple of months of graduate school and working at Sears. By December, I had finished and moved on to other things. I sure miss those days when Richard and I had fun together on the radio. I have a recording or two of us on the air. I’m going to transfer them from tape to digital audio one of these days…

Aretha scores another big one. “Jimmy Lee” is one of my favorites. Released on October 1, 1986.
Released on October 10, 1986. I just love her Diana Ross impression.

Another Itzaboutime Production. My friend Ted stayed quite busy this year producing these wonderful local concerts.
Stamp Out AIDS was a national campaign established in 1986 to help people with AIDS. It raised money through the sale of stamps similar to Christmas and Easter seals. The money raised went to AIDS service providers across the country to fund buddy programs, food programs, hospice care, and other vital services.
I’m not a huge fan, but appreciate Holly Near’s work and music.
I loved this concert.
This concert was held on a revolving stage in McKale Memorial Center. It included African Dancers, and was quite a show!
Released on November 11, 1986.
Instead of having to write a Master’s thesis, we had comprehensive exams. I did just fine.
This is one of my very favorite albums. Released in November, 1986. Beautiful through and through.
I worked here for about a month at the end of the year as a temporary employee.

Here are some of my papers and exams from the Fall semester:

09/24/86: Exam #1, Research Methods, LI S 506, Dr. Hurt.

10/07/86: Exam, Academic Librarianship LI S 540, Dr. Dickinson.

10/10/86: Historical Analysis Paper, Research Method, LI S 506, Dr. Hurt.

10/22/86: Exam #2, Research Methods, LI S 506, Dr. Hurt.

12/08/86: Hispanics In Librarianship paper, Academic Librarianship, LI S 540, Dr. Dickinson.

12/10/86: Quantitative Analysis Paper, Research Methods, LI S 506, Dr. Hurt.

My last report card. I was so relieved and happy I made it to the end. Finally!
My unofficial college transcripts. It includes every course I ever took at the UofA.
Once I graduated, I was done with formal education for good. While I have attempted to go back to school to take a class here and there, I’ve never been able to stick it out.
I only recognize a few names on these lists, but these were my classmates in Library School.
Little did I know when I dropped out of high school ten years earlier that I would get this far. I was now ready to get to work doing something I really wanted to do…
My Dad and I in the McKale parking lot on the day I graduated.
My parents and I in our front yard the day I graduated. My dad was the only family member who attended both my UA graduations.
A graduation card from my big brother Charles.
A Christmas card from my buddy Richard Elias. I’ve saved every one he’s ever sent me.

My Life Story: 1985

Things to know up front:

You can enlarge the photos by clicking on them. Click the back arrow key to return to the post.

Every chapter in My Life Story includes information about me, my work, my family and my friends. It also includes information about events that took place locally and nationally, etc. that I thought important enough to include. You’ll also find that I’ve included films, musicians and recordings/videos, in addition to books that were released in a given year.

While I have included many personal photos, most of the graphic content included below is borrowed from the Internet. I do not claim to own this material. I am just adding it for educational purposes. If the owners of any of the content in the “My Life Story” series want their stuff removed, I am happy to oblige. My email address is jrdiaz@arizona.edu. Thanks!

Personal life

By the time I turned 26, most of my life since adolescence had been consumed with looking for that one person that I could be in love with and who would love me in return. There were lots of guys along the way who I fell for, but all of them, with the exception of one, were out of reach. That one person who I did connect with stayed with me for 8 months from the summer of 1979 to early 1980, and I was quite happy for the bulk of that time. I loved having a companion. I felt complete, and I had a real friend. When we broke up, I was devastated, but I was young and resilient, and I survived. Work and school kept me busy, and I had lots of friends to spend time with. I have to admit, however, that those years when I was single again, between the summer of 1980 and winter of 1984, were rough. I hated being alone, I hated the bar scene, I partied too much, and I hated myself for trying to pretend I was straight when I dated women. Then one day in the middle of December, 1984, Brent Bates showed up in my life, and we fell in love. He was nine months older than me and was from Muskegon, Michigan. I spent the next six years of my life with him. Little did we know when we met, where our relationship would take us.

Brent moved in within a month after we had met, so he must have been settled in with me by the end of January. The house on Manlove St. that I had moved into the previous summer was nice and roomy, and there was plenty of space for two people.  Once again, I felt that I had what I wanted—to be in a relationship with someone I loved. The first 8 months of our time together were exceptionally happy ones.  We got along well and while we came from different backgrounds and had a lot of differences, we did our best to communicate openly and to understand one another.  We also both enjoyed partying and had fun going to concerts and movies together.

Brent worked in the shipping/receiving department at Mervyn’s Department Store when we met. He was a conscientious person, with a strong work ethic. While he had just a high school education, he always sought to improve himself in one way or another. Within a couple of months after having moved in with me, he bought a new car, a little white Toyota Tercel. He was very proud of that car, and he took very good care of it. In July, we drove it across country to Michigan to visit his family. It was a fun trip, and my second road trip east. Unfortunately, I don’t remember many details about the trip there or the trip back. It’s all one big blur. However, I do remember our arrival. When we got to western Michigan, it was very late at night, and I was asleep. Brent decided to surprise me and he parked the car in a wooded area near Lake Michigan, outside of Muskegon. When I woke up I couldn’t believe my eyes. The scenery was beautiful, with gorgeous tall trees everywhere. And Lake Michigan! My god, it looked huge. It was like being near the ocean and quite a sight to see. I’ll never forget it.

When we got to Twin Lake, a small township north of Muskegon where Brent’s family lived, everyone was happy to see Brent again, and they were very nice to me and immediately treated me like family. We stayed with Brent’s parents, but at night, we slept in a small trailer away from the house. Brent’s dad was a bit weirded out about our relationship, but he came around in time. We hung out with his family for about a week, and while we were there, Brent took me to meet his uncles. One of them had a friend who lived on Duck Lake, which was just north of where we were staying. We went on a nice long boat ride while there. We also went out into the country and visited an old cemetery with graves from the 1800s. As I noted, Brent’s family was very nice, and while I found them to be a bit on the conservative side, they accepted our relationship and seemed happy that Brent had found a partner. Brent’s mom and his sister Teresa were especially kind to us.

About a month after our trip, Brent brought home two kittens one day that a  friend of his from work had given to him. They were very small, and irresistibly cute. We named them Cleopatra and Frederick, but called them Cleo and Freddie. They were so adorable. It was fun watching them play together. They got along well and  we kept them until we moved to Nogales in early 1987. It was nice having pets, and these particular cats shed very little cat hair, which was a relief. 

By September, Brent was presented with the opportunity to become a manager in the shipping and receiving department at Mervyn’s. The only catch was, he would have to move up to the Phoenix area to take the job. He decided to go for it, and before we knew it, he had moved out of our house and was living in an apartment up in Chandler. We visited each other regularly, but it was a difficult period for us. Being apart was a drag, to say the least, but we managed. We were both quite busy and that helped the time go by. By the following Spring, Brent realized that he wasn’t doing so well in his new job, and he came back home and landed another job working as a tile setter.

Work

I continued to work at Fry’s part time, about 25 hours a week, but I became increasingly unhappy with my job. I loved my co-workers, but the management staff were another story altogether. Some of them were nice, but there were others who were big jerks. After having worked for the company for nine years, I just couldn’t wait to leave. The job sure did pay well, however, and that’s why I stuck it out. I enjoyed having spending money. I’m not sure when I decided to become a union steward, but in the summer I attended an all day union stewards seminar. I worked hard to recruit new members to the union, something the management of the store wasn’t too thrilled about.

My education

I think I’ve always wanted to be a librarian. Ever since grade school, I would love to go to the library. I loved to read, plain and simple. My sister Becky would sometimes take me with her to the public library when I was a kid, and there also used to be a bookmobile that would park on the corner of 22nd and Cherrybell once a month on Tuesdays, and I would walk to it or get a ride to visit it whenever I could. In junior high, I would have joined the library club, but that was not something “boys” were supposed to do, so I bowed to the peer pressure and didn’t bother. In high school, however, I volunteered in the library at lunchtime and after school, and became friends with the librarians who worked there. One of them, Ms. Koster, bought me a brand new copy of the Joan Baez songbook as a thank you gift for having volunteered and another, Jeannette Bahr, helped me get a job at the UA library my freshman year. My English/newspaper teacher, Jane Cruz, had also enrolled in library school around 1975, and I was intrigued by her stories about someone named Dr. Trejo and the program she was in, the Graduate Library Institute for Spanish Speaking Americans.

I had received my BA in 1982, and for a couple of years, while I still took courses here and there , I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. I tried the graduate program in sociology , but as I’ve previously noted, things didn’t work out. I finally decided that I would try something else, and enrolled in Library School late 1984. I got accepted, and started the program in mid-January, 1985, determined this time around to complete the program and graduate, and to find a job as a librarian either in a public library or an academic library as quickly as possible. By the time I entered the program, Dr. Trejo had retired and the GLISSA Program had folded. I was one of just a handful of minorities in the School when I began my studies.

So there I was, getting ready to pick my first few courses in my new program. I have to admit, I didn’t know what to expect as far as what was offered was concerned. I knew that librarians built collections and helped people with their questions, but I didn’t know much else about what librarians actually did or what they had to know to do their jobs. It was a good thing that the school provided some guidance on course choices. There were required courses and elective courses. I decided to tackle the required ones first, so for the first semester, my classes were: Foundations of Library Science, Collection Development, and Basic Reference. The foundations class was supposed to cover the history of libraries and key issues and topics within the profession, such as ethics and community analysis. The basic reference course covered the tools one uses to answer factual questions, as well as tools that help people find more in-depth information. The collection development course covered things like the publishing industry, censorship, how books are reviewed, collection development policies and other topics. I found all three of these classes to be very interesting. There were exams throughout the semester. The ones for basic reference were held in the Central Reference department in the UA Main Library. The professor for the class was Dr. Donald Dickinson. He became my favorite teacher, and I took several courses from him while in Library School. I didn’t keep any documentation for the basic reference class,  but I did keep all of my assignments from my other two classes. They were both taught by a woman named Gladys Stalschmidt, a recently hired professor. Unfortunately, she  had difficulty maintaining control in her classes. There were two women, in particular, who talked incessantly in our Foundations class, wasting everyone’s time with their long, boring stories. They drove everyone crazy. Many students complained about Professor Stalschmidt’s inability to control the class, and as a result, she didn’t last long at the school. I really liked her, however. It’s too bad some people had such big mouths. They ruined the class for a lot of people.

My assignments for both classes are available here:

I ended up getting all A’s this particular semester. I was off to a great start.

In early May, the Mexican American Studies department held a convocation for Mexican American students. The guest speaker was the legendary activist, Jose Angel Gutierrez. In the late Sixties, he founded “La Raza Unida”, a political party in south Texas that had quite an impact in communities along the Rio Grande. The party spread to other regions of the Southwest, including the Tucson area. Gutierrez also authored several books, and was a revered leader in the Chicano movement.

When summer rolled around, I decided to do volunteer work at the Valencia branch of the Tucson Public Library. It was an interesting experience, but I didn’t put in as many hours as I would have liked. I also tried to get involved with the Tucson Lesbian and Gay Pride committee, but I dropped out after just a couple of meetings. The summer went by quickly. I received great news by summer’s end, and that was that I was being given a lot of financial aid. I was quite excited and humbled at the same time. I was, for a change, getting recognition for doing well in my studies.

In August, I enrolled in several classes, including Introduction to Information Science, Research Methods, the History of the US , Library Management and  Cataloging. By October, however, I reduced my course load by dropping the research methods class and the history class. With Brent gone, I felt depressed, and I didn’t do as well in school as I could have. I even missed an important AZLA meeting, where I was supposed to receive the Alice B Goode Scholarship. Believe it or not, I really enjoyed taking cataloging. The professor, Margaret Maxwell, was a real pro, and she knew her stuff, and taught it well. My management class was taught by a lady named Helen Gothberg. She was very nice, and I did well in the class. My other class, Intoduction to Information Science, was essentially all about computers, which were just starting to catch on in the wider world. It was at this time that pc’s and word processors were starting to become more affordable. While I didn’t care for the class, I did learn the fundamentals of using databases, spreadsheets and word processing software.

Here are some of my management class papers from the Fall semester:

I ended the semester getting A’s in cataloging and management, and a B in Info. Science. One year down, one year to go!

Radio

When the year started, I was still hosting the Friday morning music mix and I was running the board for my friend and landlord, Ted Warmbrand, who hosted a program on Saturdays titled “Music from the Living Loom.” Ted was a challenge to work with at times, but he has always been a good hearted soul, so I didn’t mind helping him out. I loved doing my morning mix show, as I could play both Latin music and music in English, spanning a wide array of genres. There were guidelines in place, of course, as to what we should emphasize (lots of contemporary jazz. I called it elevator music), but we were also given a lot of freedom to play lots of different types of music. I particularly enjoyed adding leftist leaning, political music to my mixes, and found that overall, people really liked what I had to offer. I even got to produce a couple of special tribute shows, one on Aretha Franklin and another on Billie Holiday. I also came out on the air around this time. I vividly recall playing a song called “Glad to be Gay” and saying during the introduction, “I dedicate this to all of my brothers and sisters”. As luck would have it, one of my own siblings was listening at the time too! If he didn’t know I was gay before, he knew at that moment, that’s for sure!

Unfortunately, over time, the management of the station started to crack down on those of us who were stretching the boundaries of what was considered “acceptable” for daytime programming. One day sometime in March, I decided to play a tune titled, “Shoot First”, by Judy Collins. It’s an anti-gun song. After the show, I was called into the program manager’s office, and he let me know that he did not approve of my musical choices that day. I had also been getting harassed by Roger, another station manager, for bringing in my own music. That was enough for me. I decided right then and there to hang up my headphones, and I quit, which in hindsight was a bad move, but I was stubborn and didn’t like the idea of not having creative license to play what I thought I should be able to play. I had other things going on anyway, such as work and school. I have kept several cassette tapes of my shows from this time period. At some point, I’ll have them transferred and included in my Chicano Connection archive. Here are some of my playlists from the time:

My time away from the station didn’t last too long. One night at a street party, I ran into the station manager, Paul, and he asked me to come back to host one of the Thursday night Latin slots,  from 11pm to 1am. While the hours weren’t great,  I was happy to be able to go back, so on June 11, 1985, I started back up again at KXCI and called my new show “The Chicano Connection Revisited”. I would continue doing this show until the end of 1986, when I graduated from Library School.

Friends and family

I spent most of my free time with Brent during the first eight months of the year, so I didn’t get to see my old friends too often. I really missed them, but being with Brent, working, doing the radio show and going to school took up all of my time.

Sometime in the middle of the year, my good friends Ron and Jane moved with their two children to Washington DC, where Ron had landed an important position with the Catholic Church. I attended their going away party. It would be years before I would see them again. I regret that I had drifted away from them after high school, but I was young and immature, and distracted by lots of other things along the way. I’m just glad I didn’t lose complete touch with them. I would always try to see them when they visited Tucson, but those times seemed few and far between. In recent years, however,I’ve visited them in Washington a couple of times and they’ve also come to Tucson to visit. Today, I feel just as close to them as I did while in high school. As I think back on it, they were always there for me. I just didn’t realize it.

In July, my dad’s eldest brother Raul, died. He was the only one of my grandparent’s children to have been born in Mexico. He and his family lived in Superior since the 30s. His wife Prudence had died the year before. I wrote a blog post about him a while back: https://bobdiaz.net/2020/02/19/happy-birthday-tio-raul.

My buddy Richard and I stayed in touch throughout our lives, but our friendship wasn’t the same in the mid-80s. He had become very involved in sports and was on a softball team, and unlike me, he was just crazy about the Grateful Dead and was always going to their concerts. We clashed more often than not. We never stopped being friends, however, and we found time every now and then to hang out together.

My two buddies Scott and Tim each got married in 1985. Scott, the guy I had a giant crush on and for whom I wrote the song, “My Kind”, married a young woman named Penny Aldridge, who he had been dating for a year or so. I missed his wedding because I was traveling home from my Michigan trip with Brent, but I did get to participate in Tim’s wedding as a member of his wedding party. He married a woman named Chris Fox, a fellow UA student. The festivities were held in Trail Dust Town, and we all had a blast.

Scott and Tim both became police officers with the Tucson Police Department after college. What an amazing coincidence! I never dreamed Tim would become a cop. He just didn’t seem like the type. He was such a freak, with all that long hair, his guitar playing and his love for partying. He even moved on from the police department and went to work for the FBI, which was even more shocking. While I knew that Scott liked hunting and shooting guns, it came as a huge surprise to learn that he too had joined the police force. I lost touch with both of them long ago, but I think of them often. They were good guys. I miss them both, but so many years have gone by, I wonder how we’d get along now.

Another death in the family occurred in late December. My cousin Charlie Mendoza died from burn wounds he received from a car accident that took place near 22nd and Country Club on December 27. His brother Richard, who was driving the car Charlie was in, survived. Charlie was only 19. It was a terrible tragedy.

I didn’t spend much time with my friend Dennis in 1985. Unfortunately, he got sick, and by January of 1986, had passed away. He was a great friend, and we had a lot of fun together. His death was heartbreaking. He was the second of my friends who died of AIDS. The other was Leonard Brown. I had met both of them through John, my ex, back in 1979. They were real characters, and I think of them often.

My mom and dad were doing well at this time in their lives, although my mom still struggled with her aches and pains. My dad retired from the mines, and he and mom spent most of their time taking care of their grandchildren and great grandchildren. By 1985, my niece Belisa had three kids, Michelle had one, and my brother Rudy also had two. Fred’s daughter Edessa also spent a lot of time with my parents. Our family would continue to grow as the years went by. Becky and I were the only two who didn’t have children, but there were already plenty of grandkids to keep my parents busy.

Other stuff:

We were in the midst of the Reagan era. He had just won re-election at the end of 1984, so we were in for another four years of terrible fun.  His administration was corrupt to the core and there were indictments and resignations taking place throughout the year. Reagan also continued to ignore the AIDS crisis, which hit Tucson pretty hard in 1985. He was also secretly funding the Contras, and a big scandal broke out that would continue for another two years.

On the bright side, there were lots of concerts that took place in Tucson that Brent and I both attended, and there were some great movies that came out as well, along with a number of great albums by some of my favorite artists. The following visual chronology includes many of these as well as other memorable events, places and topics.

A photographic/graphic chronology of events and activities for the year:

Brent and I had just met in mid-December, 1984. In this photo we are visiting a couple of his friends at Christmastime.
My 1985 War Resisters League Planner.
I hosted an Aretha Franklin special on KXCI on January 13. It was a retrospective look at her career. I loved putting it together.
A birthday card from my friends Bruce and Liz. Bruce and I were in the Teatro together.
This was released on January 15. I love this album. Fogerty’s comeback.
My photo as it appeared on my University of Arizona identification card.
My Spring ’85 list of courses.
This was required reading in my Foundations class.
Another requred text.
One of the first things we were encouraged to do was to join the American Library Association. Students memberships were very inexpensive.
Not another Charlie King concert! Oh yes, once a year, every year. This one took place on February 8, 1985. Another Itzaboutime! Production.
These guys are amazing. I played their music all the time on my radio show. They came to Tucson on February 23, 1985, courtesy of KXCI. The following song, Chain Gang, appeared on my favorite Persuasions album, We Came to Play
Released on March 1, 1985. Love this silly film! It took me a while, however, to see it. John Waters, what a nutcase!
Released on 03/07/85.
One of the last shows I hosted before I quit KXCI was a tribute show featuring the music of Billie Holiday. I just loved this woman to pieces.
I played this song on my radio show and dedicated it to all my brothers and sisters. There’s nothing like outing yourself on the radio!
Joan Baez, mid-80s.
Joan Baez performed two benefit concerts on April 4 at the Temple Emmanuel. This was the third time I got to see her live.
Brent and I attended our very first mariachi conference concert. Linda Ronstadt and Mariachi Cobre were the featured artists, if I’m not mistaken. We bought a copy of this poster in commemoration of the occasion. In the coming years, especially after my mom died, I would become a huge fan of the genre.
Another Ted Warmbrand, Itzaboutime production. I loved this concert, held on April 27, 1985.
This is one of the funniest comedy albums ever made. Released on 05.01/85.
The great Tito Puente, doing his thing.
I remember this well. Tito Puente played at the Randolph Park Bandshell in the middle of the day. My friends and I danced our butts off.
In the kitchen at home.
I did well this semester.
Jose Angel Gutierrez spoke at the UofA Mexican American Studies Convocation on May 10, 1985.
Gutierrez was a great speaker. I’m glad I attended this.
It was good to be back on the air after an absence of several months. I started back up on June 11, 1985, and hosted the Chicano Connection Revisited from 11pm to 1am on Thursday nights.

Here is a playlist from July 4, 1985.

This was released on 6/15/85. Critics, for the most part, hated it. I loved it, especially the song “Clean Cut Kid” and “Dark Eyes”.
I attended this day-long seminar. It was very informative.
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My name tag for the seminar.
My Union steward pin. I still have it.
I tried to get involved with the Tucson Gay and Lesbian Pride Committee around this time. I saved a copy of the bylaws. The picnic at Himmel Park, now in its second year, was a blast. Brent and I went together.
I received this in recognition of the time I spent volunteering at the Valencia Branch of the Tucson Public library during the summer of 1985.
I was one of the first dj’s in Tucson to play the song Freeway of Love from the album, “Who’s Zoomin’ Who?”. I started spinning it as soon as the album was released on July 9, 1985. What a great record. Aretha was back with a vengeance!
Money for the Fall semester….Yippee!
Live-Aid was a huge affair. It was broadcast on July 13 first in Britain and then later in the U.S. I watched it at my parent’s house since I didn’t own a tv.
My dad’s oldest brother, Raul Diaz, died in July. He was a kind man, and smoked cigars constantly. He also played the harmonica and owned a bakery in Superior at one point. In later years, he delivered milk to the entire community.

For more information about my tio Raul and his family check out the blog entry I wrote for my tio on his birthday in 2020.

My uncle’s obituary.
The priest did a terrible job of eulogizing my uncle. I’ll never forget how bad it was. My uncle was a great man, and deserved much better.
Brent’s car looked just like this. We drove it to Michigan and back in July.
Our route was something like this.
I’d never heard of Muskegon before I met Brent. It’s on the western side of the state, right near Lake Michigan.
Brent’s parents lived just north of Muskegon in Twin Lake.
Brent and I visiting his family in Michigan.
One of Brent’s uncles had a friend who lived right on the lake. He took us boating one day. It was gorgeous.
I loved this film. It was released on July 26, 1985. I read the book too.
Duo Guardabarranco, from Nicaragua. While Brent and I were in Michigan, my friend Ted let them stay at our house. They broke my stereo, if I remember correctly. I had to buy a new needle for it. Oh well. They were amazing performers. This is a beautiful record and was released either in late ’84 or early ’85.
Original flyer for the concert.
This was the first time I’ve ever heard Guardabarranco. My friend Ted brought them to town. This was the first of many visits to Tucson. From the Az Daily Star, August 6, 1985.
I love Neil’s country flavored records. He was heavily criticized for saying something nice about Ronald Reagan at the time. I didn’t care. I loved the record. Released on 08/12/85.
This was my textbook for cataloging.
Another textbook for cataloging.
Released on 8/21/85. I didn’t see it until years later. I have always loved Jane Fonda.
I remember attending this concert. I had to leave early because I had the flu or a cold. Can’t remember exactly. I was so bummed that I couldn’t stay for the whole thing.
My two babies.
A major earthquake hit Mexico City on the morning September 17, 1985. It was a strong one, of 8.0 magnitude, and it killed at least 5,000 people. Hundreds of buildings collapsed and thousands more were damaged. Cost of the damage was estimated to be in the billions of dollars. It was a major tragedy.
Willie Nelson, Neil Young and John Mellancamp put this annual fundraiser together. The first one was held on 09/22/85.
One of the scholarships I received while in Library School.
Released 10/04/85.
This novel, by E.L. Doctorow, was released on October 12, 1985. I read both this one and Ragtime. Great stuff.
This great duet was released on 10-21-85. A live video performance follows. These two sure had great chemistry.
I missed the ceremony where this was supposed to be presented to me.
Released on 10/30/85. A great album.

A great song….

I loved this book. It was published on November 1, 1985.
Released on November 7, 1985. One of the best Dylan retrospectives to ever be released.

Here’s one of my favorite Dylan tunes from the above anthology. It was recorded live at the Royal Albert Hall .

This was a wonderful concert.
Hanging out at home.
Premiered on television on November 11, 1985. A very sad movie. It helped break the silence about the AIDS crisis.
Such a disappointment. My brother Charles and I took our mom to this concert and it was over before we knew it. What a drag.
No kidding.
I was a member of the wedding party. This was the second and last wedding in which I ever participated.
This is one of my all-time favorite comedy albums. Ms. Midler performs “Fat As I am” in the video that follows.
I missed Brent, and I didn’t do as well in school this semester as in the Spring. But I got through it anyway. One year down, one to go…
What a movie! Released on 12/18/85.
A Christmas letter from my friend Jane Cruz. This was hers and Ron’s first Christmas away from Tucson.
A Christmas card from my next door neighbor, Maria Netherton. She was a sweet older lady who worked at Haskell Linen Supply, just up the street, for many, many years.
My cousin Charlie Mendoza died in late December from burn wounds he received in a tragic car accident. He was only 19 years old.

My Life Story: 1984

Things to know up front:

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Every chapter in My Life Story includes information about me, my work, my family and my friends. It also includes information about events that took place locally and nationally, etc. that I thought important enough to include. You’ll also find that I’ve included films, musicians and recordings/videos, in addition to books that were released in a given year.

While I have included many personal photos, most of the graphic content included below is borrowed from the Internet. I do not claim to own this material. I am just adding it for educational purposes. If the owners of any of the content in the “My Life Story” series want their stuff removed, I am happy to oblige. My email address is jrdiaz@arizona.edu. Thanks!

For this segment of “My Life in Pictures,” I’ve decided to include the bulk of the text at the beginning of the post. Photos and graphics follow.

I was a busy guy in 1984. I continued, as in previous years, to work 25 hours a week at Fry’s. I was also enrolled in graduate school at the University, hosted two weekly radio shows on KXCI, and continued to participate in Teatro Libertad. While I knew that graduate school should take priority, it didn’t. The bulk of my energy, aside from working, was spent preparing and hosting my two radio shows each week, and in attending Teatro Libertad meetings, where we planned and rehearsed for a number of local performances and our next big production, La Vida Del Cobre, Acts I and II. I also continued to find time to go out and have fun, attending lots of concerts, going out dancing, and partying with my friends.

WORK:

By 1984, I had already worked for Fry’s Food Stores for eight years. I’d been a cashier and stocker since the age of 19. The pay was very good, and while working with the public could be challenging at times, for the most part, I enjoyed meeting new people each day, and I generally got along well with my co-workers. The actual work itself, while at times physically demanding, was easy. I was a very fast cashier and could bag groceries with lightning speed. In the summer, I worked on the night crew stocking the shelves, but it was difficult keeping a night schedule, as I often had daytime obligations. On top of that, some of the guys I worked with were homophobic jerks, but I managed,  although I must admit, there were times when I hated my job. I knew I needed to keep it for a while longer, however, at least until I was done with school or had found something better. My annual earnings at Fry’s, for part time work, weren’t bad. By the end of the year I had earned $15,000. I spent it all on rent, food, bills, books, records and fun. I didn’t save a dime, unfortunately.

SCHOOL:

I had been accepted into the graduate program in Sociology the previous year, and while I had enrolled in a class called Social Psychology in the Fall of 1983, I ended up withdrawing from it. I don’t even remember attending it. I tried again in the Spring, and this time took a class called Political Sociology, with a teacher named Doug McAdam. Our big task for the semester was to write a dissertation-level research proposal. Dr. McAdam wanted us to have experience doing this kind of work, as we would all have to write such a proposal at some point in the future, that is if we wanted to pursue our PhDs. I chose to study the American Indian Movement, and I ended up writing a research paper, missing the mark on the assignment altogether. Dr. McAdam was a nice guy, and he ended up giving me a B in the course. I guess I wasn’t exactly sure what he had meant by a “research proposal”. I was disillusioned by the end of the semester, and ended up dropping out of the program altogether. My heart wasn’t into it anyway. I was too busy with my other activities to take my studies seriously. What can I say? That was the truth.

In the Fall, I tried taking a mechanics course at Pima College, but quickly dropped it after just two sessions. There were no teachers in sight. I guess I had enrolled in a self-study course or something. It was an awful, but brief experience, and I got the heck out of there as quickly as I could.

By the end of the year, I made up my mind that I wanted to be a librarian once and for all so I applied to the graduate program in library science and got accepted. I was given several scholarships, along with financial aid so this time around I didn’t have to pay for my education out of my own pocket like I had when I was an undergraduate. I couldn’t wait to start school again in January.

KXCI

Most of my attention went into preparing and hosting my two radio shows, the Chicano Connection, which aired on Thursday nights from 7 to 9pm, and the morning music mix, which aired from 9am to noon on Friday morning. I devoted approximately10 hours a week altogether to this work, both in prep time and in being on the air. My shows became quite popular, and I would receive letters from fans as well as get lots of phone calls while on the air. On Saturdays, I would help another host, Victor Blue, with his bluegrass show by “running the board” for him. He was a very nice man, and I enjoyed the music. Those of us who did this work for other volunteers were known as “techies”.

During the summer, Kathy Hannon, who I knew from Fry’s as the representative from the United Food and Commercial Workers union, wrote a  newspaper article about me for the union newspaper. In the article, she mistakenly noted that I had taken the KXCI radio course the previous summer for free. I actually paid nearly $500 to attend the course. I was earning good money at Fry’s at the time, and was able to afford it. It was a great investment in my continuing education.

Sometime in June, I decided to stop hosting the Chicano Connection, and just focus on the morning music mix. I can’t remember exactly why. I think it had to do with the fact that I didn’t have that much Latin music at the time, and the station’s collection was sorely lacking. It would take a while for me to build my own collection of Latin music, but I did, slowly but surely.

Later in the year, I went up to Phoenix to a Buffy Sainte Marie concert that she did as a benefit for the Heard Museum. One of the station staff members, Martha Van Winkle, invited me along, as she was scheduled to interview Ms. St. Marie after the concert. When the interview started, I just took right over and talked my head off. I was a huge fan of Ms. St Marie’s,  and we had a great interview. I’m not so sure that Martha thought so. It was supposed to be her interview, not mine. I just couldn’t help myself!

I have compiled all of the playlists from this time period on my Chicano Connection Archive page. They can be accessed here.

TEATRO LIBERTAD

In the first few months of the year, I spent an average of 8 hours a week in meetings and rehearsal with the members of Teatro Libertad. In the Spring, we performed at various community events and also co-wrote part II of La Vida Del Cobre. We performed the entire play, Act I and Act II at various places in Tucson, and later in Ajo and Clifton. Our performance at the El Pueblo Neighborhood Center on May 19 was attended by a packed house, and we received a resounding standing ovation at the end of it. It was such a great feeling and we were in seventh heaven.  We had put our hearts and souls into our work, and it had paid off nicely. A week after our El Pueblo performance we traveled to Santa Barbara, California to perform the play at TENAZ, an international theater festival sponsored by a California group called  El Teatro de la Esperanza. Unfortunately, we forgot part of our props back in Tucson (our slides), and we basically bombed, because we were upset over having forgotten them and there was tension between some of the individuals in the group. A critique of the play was given the following day, and we were subject to some rather harsh feedback that included some very mean comments by a former member of our group. It was unnerving and depressing. We didn’t even have an opportunity to respond. That evening, some of us took off to the beach, while others attended a Poncho Sanchez concert that the festival organizers were sponsoring, and we let all of our frustrations out by dancing the night away. The trip home was sad,  and seemed to take much longer than the trip to the festival. We were crushed.

But as they say, the show must go on. Our performances in Ajo and Clifton in June  went well,  and the copper strikers enjoyed the play, especially Act II, a lot. In early July, during the first year anniversary of the strike, we were in Clifton again. What was supposed to be a happy occasion, a rally and a picnic, turned into a riot, however, and the Department of Public Safety ended up shooting tear gas into a crowd of protesters. I was there too, and got hit by the tear gas. I had never experienced being tear gassed before, and my eyes were burning so badly, I wanted to gouge them out. I went running through the street in search of water so that I could drench my eyes in it and I finally found a hose and turned the water on full blast, rinsing my eyes out as much as I could. It didn’t help much. The burning in my eyes was an awful sensation, and I’ll never forget how painful it was. I wasn’t even participating in the rock throwing, although some of my friends were.

By September, we had decided to organize a festival called “Bedtime for Bonzo” where we featured a skit called The Beggar and the Beast. We had first performed this skit at Café Ole, and then outdoors at Carrillo Elementary School. I played the role of the beggar and was planning on continuing to play it at the Bedtime for Bonzo program until I injured my foot at Fry’s. I could hardly walk, much less run around on a stage. Someone else in the group ended up playing the part of the beggar.

In November, R.G. Davis, founder of the San Francisco Mime Troupe came to town and did a workshop with the Teatro in November. We were finally getting some professional training, and I learned a great deal in just one day. However, by December I had announced that I was leaving the group. My friends Juan and Teresa had left earlier in the year, and I felt it was time to move on too. I had a great time being a member of the Teatro, and made some lifelong friends along the way, but I needed to get serious about my education. I was so tired of working at Fry’s.   

PERSONAL LIFE

My personal life continued to be a drag for most of the year. I dated a woman named Ann for about a month early in the year, but finally just told her I was gay. I just couldn’t stand lying to her any longer. She immediately thought I had given her AIDS, but of course, that wasn’t true because I never caught the virus. It was an awful time to be gay, that’s for sure. Gay men were dying by the thousands and the Reagan administration did absolutely nothing about it. It was tragic. At the gay pride picnic at Himmel Park in June, I ran into my old friend Leonard, who John had introduced me to back in 1979, and he did have the virus. He was one of the first of my friends to catch it. He ended up moving to Bisbee and eventually passed on. Other friends that were around at the time included Lee, Scott, Peter, Tim, Dennis, Frank, Richard, my Fry’s friend Debbie Spedding, and my Teatro friends. I partied some with Richard and we went to several concerts together, but he had become a sports fanatic, and we weren’t as close at this time in our lives as we had been before. I continued to go out a lot and I partied way too much. I was so lonely, and longed to meet someone I could have a steady relationship with. That’s all I wanted. As luck would have it, in December I did end up meeting someone. His name was Brent, and he was a tall blonde guy from Michigan. A woman named Ila Meyer, a lesbian folk singer who I had heard perform at the Shanty, introduced us. Just like that, we started dating and before we knew it, he moved in and we were a couple. Our relationship lasted for six years.

I attended lots of concerts and bought lots of records in 1984. I was lucky to have such a good job and be able to afford it all. Some of the concerts I attended and music I bought are included below. I’ve also included a few other memorable events.

My 1984 calendar/planner.
A birthday card from my friends Scott and Penny. I turned 25 on January 15th.
Laura Nyro released this on January 15. I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday present! What a beautiful recording. The tile cut follows.

In the early 80s, these photos of Laura Nyro used to hang on the wall in my apartment on 7th St. The color photo is from an older magazine. I think it was LIFE or LOOK. Don’t remmber now. The black and white one is from “The Laura Nyro Songbook”.
El Norte, released on 1/27/84. A Gregory Nava production. I saw it when it first premiered in Tucson.
This was released some time in January, 1984. My friend Frank bought it for me when he went to France. It wasn’t available in the U.S. at the time. It went platinum in France. Joan Baez was more popular in Europe than she was here. Me and Bobby McGee follow. Joan had an affair with Kris Kristofferson in the early 70s. It probably contributed to the break up of her marriage to David Harris.
Brian Bromberg and I were in the school orchestra at Mansfeld Jr. High together back in 1972-1973. He and his older brother David both had successful music careers. I forgot I had attended this concert until I found the program recently.
A postcard from my friend Pamela when she went back home to visit her family in Bolivia.
The country was in crisis.
Charlie King has been performing every year in Tucson since the early 80s. I attended many of his shows back then, including this one.
My first ever Los Lobos concert was in many ways the best. It was in a bar with a great party atmosphere.
Los Lobos performed on March 3, 1984 at the Sundance Saloon, a classic 22nd St. dive bar that bit the dust long ago. This would be the first of many, many shows I’ve attended. My favorite rock band! The song Let’s Say Goodnight appeared on the group’s recording, And A Time To Dance.
I attended this concert with my sister Becky. Betty Carter was a living legend, one of the greatest jazz improvisers ever.
While the members of Teatro Libertad spent most of the Spring working on our play La Vida Del Cobre, we found time to perform out in the community. Unfortunately, the manager of the Foothills Mall didn’t like that we were singing pro-union songs, so she stopped the show and had us thrown out. What fun!
Marvin Gaye died on April 1, 1984.

This song by the Pointer Sisters was released as a single on 4/11/84. It first appeared on the album Break Out the previous year.

I had just seen Jesse Jackson a few month before this particular visit. I enjoyed his first visit better. It was in a baptist church in Sugarhill and the church ladies were out in full force, and every one of them wore a hat!

Jackson’s campaign was very inspirational, but our country was not quite yet ready for a Black president.
Some reporters are jerks.
I loved this concert. All the local progressive community and political organizations showed up for it. It was “leftie” heaven. This is where I first heard the tune, “Vamos A Andar” by the great Cuban songwriter Silvio Rodriguez. The writer of the article below didn’t think it was so great.
I still have this beautiful postcard.
Grupo Raiz was one of many groups from Chile who performed “la nueva cancion” or new song. Their tune, “Companero” follows.
Some reporters are real jerks.

My only paper this semester was in Sociology 510, Political Sociology, with Professor Doug McAdam. The title of it was “Political Process and the American Indian Movement: A Research Proposal.” I missed the mark, and got a B on it. This would be my last effort at writing anything related to the study of sociology. I soon dropped out of the program.

My last report card for the year. The following January, I enrolled in the Masters Program in Library Science at the University of Arizona, fulfilling a desire I’ve had since I was in high school, to be a librarian.
My mom, Josephine Diaz, on Mother’s Day, May 13, 1984.
Teatro member Scott Egan wrote this for the Guardian, a leftist newspaper with international circulation.
Act II of La Vida Del Cobre was ready to be unveiled. It dealt with the current copper strike.
This came out the day of our show at the El Pueblo Neighborhood Center. This was the first time my name and photo ever appeared in the newspaper. My family thought I’d hit the big time!
Scott Egan and Juan Villegas in the first scene of Act I of La Vida Del Cobre.
Music was a big part of our performances. This was my favorite part of being in the Teatro.
Fan mail.
I vividly recall reading this during the trip the Teatro took to Santa Barbara in May. It was a very lengthy book. A while later, when I was just about finished with it, one of my “friends” said, “I didn’t think you were really reading that thing.” I supposed they thought I had brought it along as a prop or something, to make me appear like I knew how to read. Some friend…
The first and only time I’ve ever been to Santa Barbara. It’s a beautiful town.
The Teatro had performed at this festival before, but this was my first and only TENAZ experience.
A schedule of performances. We performed La Vida Del Cobre on Saturday May 26, at 7pm. Another Tucson group, Teatro Chicano, performed the night before. Their play was titled, “Una Vez En Un Barrio de Suenos”.
We stayed at a fancy private Christian College in the hills above Santa Barbara. It was a beautiful setting.
Part of the program…
I remember running along the beach with my friend Pernela. I could run up to six miles at a stretch at the time. Not anymore!
You win some, you lose some. This performance was not one of our best.
This is La Casa de La Raza, where we saw Poncho Sanchez perform.
The great Poncho Sanchez.
This is the title cut to Sanchez’s 1984 album, Bien Sabroso, which he most likely played when we saw him in Santa Barbara.
I’m standing in front of the KXCI studios on the corner of Congress and 6th Ave. It used to be the Dave Bloom and Sons building.
Another great Springsteen album. I loved “I’m On Fire” and “Glory Days”. See review that follows one of my favorite songs from the album, Glory Days.
This review appeared in Musician Magazine some time in 1984.
Ajo, Az., where Teatro Libertad performed in June.
Clifton, Az., where we gave another performance of La Vida Del Cobre.
I got this at the Gay Pride Picnic at Himmel Park. The picnics became an annual event.
Our new publicity brochure. This photo was taken at Davis Elementary School. The mural is no longer there.
Teatro members Pamela Bartholomew, Liliana Gambarte, Pernela Jones, Bob Diaz and Scott Egan, Summer, 1984.
In 1984, Teatro Libertad was the the only theater troupe in town dealing with contemporary social and political issues. The criticism aimed at our group in the above article by a former disgruntled member hurt, but we kept on fighting the good fight and doing our thing. We had a strong following and our play “La Vida Del Cobre” was a smash, and this likely made others with competing goals quite jealous.
This was a scary experience. I got hit with tear gas. It was not fun.
The town of Clifton was in a state of siege and we could not leave until the following day. I almost lost my job at Fry’s because we were in lockdown. Fun, fun, fun!
Fan mail from a KXCI listener.
Another shot of me in front of the radio station.
I was very grateful to Kathy Hannon for writing this article about me for the union newsletter.
I was a union steward at this point in my tenure at Fry’s. A proud union member!
I have only a vague recollection of this for some reason. ]
At the time, the massacre was the deadliest mass shooting by a lone gunman in U.S. history, It remains the deadliest mass shooting in California’s history
August 11, 1984, Arizona Daily Star.
In August, I decided to move to a larger space. Ted Warmbrand rented me this house right next door to his, on Manlove St, for less than $200 a month. It was a spacious two bedroom adobe, and was close to the University and my parent’s house. I stayed until I left Tucson after I graduated with my Master’s in Library Science at the end of 1986 to live and work in Nogales, Az.
Mozart has always been my favorite composer. Who cares if this movie isn’t historically accurate. It sure has a lot of fun scenes, and the music is pure magic!
Pernela Jones and Bob Diaz, The Beggar and the Beast, Carrillo School, September 1984.
More scenes from the Beggar and the Beast.
Ah, the Reagan era. What fun we had.
I was supposed to be the lead character in this skit, but I injured my foot at work and could hardly walk. Someone else in the group played the role of the beggar in my place.
This album was released in October 1984. Los Lobos was on their way to becoming one of our nation’s greatest rock bands. This is a great recording.
What a tearjerker of a film. It was released on October 26, 1984.
Halloween, 1984. I’m on a break from work eating lunch at my mom’s. I was dressed as a radical fairy biker dude.
Another Itzaboutime production. My friend Ted was a busy guy. This was a wonderful show, and it was great to be in Tucson High’s auditorium.
The great Buffy Sainte Marie.
I had a blast interviewing Ms. St. Marie. Her husband Jack Nietsche was there too, but I was too shy to meet him. He was a legend in the music industry, but not a very nice person.
Buffy sang this song at her concert at the Heard Museum.
My great niece Jacqui, Belisa’s daughter was born in August. We had just baptized her. I don’t look too happy in this photo for some reason.
R.G. Davis, founder of the San Francisco Mime Troupe, came to town on November 11, to do a workshop on mime for the members of Teatro Libertad. Meeting him was a real honor and pleasure, and he was a great teacher too.
This was a fun concert. My friend from KXCI, Mary Ann Beerling and I stayed for both shows. We had a blast. The following song was recorded the same year as the concert I attended, but in Japan, not Tucson.
I enrolled in library school in December and couldn’t wait to get started back in school.
Released on December 14, 1984. Great movie.
Ila Meyer sang and played guitar. I met her somewhere downtown and attended a concert she gave at the Shanty one lovely afternoon. She was from Minnesota, but moved to Tucson with her partner, Kaija. I have her album, Woman That I am.
Ila introduced Brent and me to each other. I didn’t know that she still lived in Tucson. After Brent and I moved to Nogales in 1987, we lost touch with her. She passed in 2013. Her album follows in its entirety.

Here’s a list of my radio shows from 1984:

The Chicano Connection, January 5, 1984. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix, January 6, 1984. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix, Jan/Feb, 1984–exact date unknown. (Playlist only).

The Chicano Connection, Jan/Feb, 1984, exact date unknown #1. (Playlist only).

The Chicano Connection, Jan/Feb, 1984 exact date unkown #2. (Playlist only).

The Chicano Connection, February 23, 1984. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix, February 24, 1984. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix, June 22, 1984. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix, June 29, 1984(Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix, August 17, 1984, Part 1(Audio only).

The Morning Music Mix, August 17, 1984, Part 2. (Audio only).

The Morning Music Mix, September 14, 1984. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix, September 21, 1984. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix, October 12, 1984. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix, October 26, 1984. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix, November 2, 1984. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix, November 30, 1984. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix, December 21, 1984. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix Date Unknown #1. (Playlist only).

The Morning Music Mix: Date Unknown #2. (Playlist only).

My Life Story: 1983

Things to know up front:

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Every chapter in My Life Story includes information about me, my work, my family and my friends. It also includes information about events that took place locally and nationally, etc. that I thought important enough to include. You’ll also find that I’ve included films, musicians and recordings/videos, in addition to books that were released in a given year.

While I have included many personal photos, most of the graphic content included below is borrowed from the Internet. I do not claim to own this material. I am just adding it for educational purposes. If the owners of any of the content in the “My Life Story” series want their stuff removed, I am happy to oblige. My email address is jrdiaz@arizona.edu. Thanks!

My 1983 planner.

I have always thought of 1983 as the year I came out of my shell, and as the beginning of one of the most creative and productive periods of my life. As I’ve noted previously, I had always been a very shy person.  I had very little self-confidence and could never comfortably get up in front of a group of people, for example, and give a speech or a presentation without getting all nervous and feeling sick. 1983 would be the year I started to overcome these obstacles.

It was good to be back in school. I enrolled as an unclassified graduate student this semester. I ended up dropping the cataloging class. I wasn’t quite yet ready for library school. That would come in time.

After I graduated from the University of Arizona with a bachelor’s degree in psychology in May of 1982, I decided to take a six month break and just work at the grocery store. It got boring, however, and I missed school.  By the end of the year, I had taken the GRE and got very good scores. I was ready to go back to school, so I enrolled in three classes in the Spring of 1983 at the University of Arizona as an “unclassified” graduate student. Just for the heck of it, I took beginning Russian with my friend Scott, a course titled Latin American Political Development, and an Introduction to Sociological Theory, a graduate course in sociology. I also worked at Fry’s the whole time, continuing the pattern I had established when I entered college—to work part time, go to school part time and to have fun part time, which included going to lots of concerts and various events in the community. Unfortunately, as I was starting to get serious about studying sociology, this arrangement was becoming a bit difficult to sustain.

I turned 24 on January 15. My mom threw me a little birthday party and invited a lot of friends of mine over for her famous tacos. There was cake too, and beer, of course.
From my friend Scott.
Scott and I would go hiking a lot in the Sabino Canyon area. We had a lot of fun together.
Teatro Libertad, the theater group I had joined in November, 1982, was an active participant in protests and events related to raising awareness about the crisis in Central America.
Before she became famous as a novelist, Barbara Kingsolver was a local activist. She was also a poet.
I attended this with my friend Albert. I nodded out at the beginning of the show (must’ve been the beer), but when Miles started playing in earnest, I woke right up.
I was lucky to have seen this guy. He was a living legend.
February 11, 1983. This was my first Charlie King concert. He plays progressive folk music, and still visits Tucson on an annual basis. (Click on the article to enlarge it).

I’m not sure when I did this, but sometime near the beginning of the year, I applied to formally enter the graduate program in sociology at the University of Arizona. I had done very well my last two years of college, primarily because I so enjoyed taking courses in sociology, and learning about things like political power and social movements, as well as Latin American and Chicano history. I figured that the graduate program in sociology would allow me to continue in this vein. I really had no idea, however, what I was in for. Before I knew it, I was confronted with the fact that sociology is a social science, and as such, a student at the graduate level was expected to learn how to be impartial and study the topic with an objective lens. Sociology isn’t just about learning about how social movements work or how political power manifests itself, it’s about theoretical framewoks and paradigms, comparing and analyzing events, about using data to extract trends and develop hypotheses about why and how things happen in the social world. It’s about theory, and includes the study of great thinkers like Karl Marx, Emile Durkheim, and Max Weber, among others. These guys wrote for a 19th century audience often in German or in languages other than English. They were difficult to understand, and I, at this point in my life, was very opinionated, and wanted to change the world for the better, not study it. Also, sociology at the graduate level was a full time endeavor, and I just didn’t want to let go of my job at the grocery store, even though I was offered a stipend when I formally entered the Sociology graduate program. Needless to say, I didn’t last long in the graduate program. I took just a couple more courses, but by the summer of 1984, I had fully checked out of it. Other stuff had popped up and held my attention.

The Sociology Department at the University of Arizona was ranked 9th in the country. It was a very good program. My attention was elsewhere at the time.

Here are a couple of samples of the work I did this semester:

Sociology 500 Midterm Exam March 8, 1983, Dr. Fligstein

Cuba”, (paper written for Professor Seligson’s “Latin American Political Development” class Political Science 447, The University of Arizona, April 28, 1983).

In late 1982, I had joined Teatro Libertad, a leftist, mostly Chicano street theater troupe.  As a member, I had to learn how to act and sing in public. I was very nervous and scared at first, and I’m sure I was awful, but I didn’t give up and just kept practicing, and before long, I was able to perform in front of large groups of people without much difficulty at all. I got over being shy, and it felt great. The Teatro performed  a number of skits in a variety of places throughout the year and by year’s end, we had also written and performed  the first act of an original full length play called, “La Vida del Cobre” or the Life of Copper, about the 1917 Bisbee copper strike and deportation.  I played several different characters in La Vida Del Cobre, and contributed a lot of the music to the play. I had a great time, and being in a group like this helped me strengthen my self-confidence and performing abilities. I was doing political theater, and working to raise people’s consciousness about the power structure and the social realities in which they lived. I felt like I was making a difference.

These were among my very first performances with Teatro Libertad. I was a nervous wreck at first, but got better over time.
Sweet Honey in the Rock. What an amazing group of women!
My sister Becky and I attended this concert. It was held at the Ballroom of the University of Arizona Student Union.It was a memorable show…
I was happy with my grades. I wouldn’t take another class again at the university until the following Spring.
Scott Egan, the author of this article, was a member of Teatro Libertad. Other members at the time included Francisco (Pancho) Medina, Pernela Jones, Juan Villegas, Pamela Bartholomew, Liliana Gambarte and me.
This was the 2nd time I’d seen the Clash in as many years. The previous show was held in Mesa. This one was in the Exhibition Hall of the Tucson Community Center. We were packed in that place like sardines. It was wild! Az Daily Star May 28, 1983

In terms of my personal life in 1983, I was a mess. I was still in love with my friend Scott, but as the year unfolded and the AIDS crisis became more serious, people started acting strange, and I lost a few so-called friends. Scott also pulled away from me. He found himself a girlfriend, and we drifted apart by the Fall. My friend Frank and I had our ups and downs too, as I was always restless, and could never see myself as his lover or companion. He was a lot older than me, and had his own busy life that kept him on the road constantly, but he kept popping in and out of mine. There were others that came and went too. I was friends with a guy who worked at Fry’s named Henry at one point, but he was really not a good influence on me, as he was into being a little badass cholo, always getting into mischief.

Scott and Peter, my Fry’s friends. They were both a few years younger than me.
I was in love with both of these guys and was a total mess.

There was also a guy named Peter, with whom I became quite infatuated, but that went nowhere either. It seems like all the guys I was attracted to were straight, and that was a major bummer.  As I’ve mentioned before, I also still tried dating women, and there were a few here and there that also popped into my life at the time. One woman, named Lee, was also in my Russian class, and she actually got to visit the Soviet Union over Spring Break. She sent me lots of Russian souvenirs, including a balalaika. She was very nice person. Overall, however,  I felt lonely and unhappy, and after having had a taste of what “married life” was like when I was with John in 1979-80, I longed to have a steady male partner. It would take a couple of more years, however, before I found one.

On a break from work, eating arroz con leche at my parent’s house.
From the Arizona Daily Star, May 28, 1983.
This film was released on June 8, 1983. I don’t think I saw this when it first came out, but I did see it at some point this year or the following year at the De Anza Drive-In with my friend Dennis Krenek. It was a fun film.

Early in the summer of 1983, I signed up to take a course in radio programming from KXCI, a brand new community radio station that was planning on going live by the end of the year. I paid $475 to attend the radio course over the summer. (It was not free, as some have mistakenly written). My love of music, which I had been indulging in since childhood, was finally going to take center stage, and I was going to have the opportunity to share the music I loved with the whole community. Over the past 10 years, I had been collecting albums and had immersed myself in learning all about contemporary urban folk music, soul music, jazz, oldies, pop and other musical genres. I also had some basic knowledge of Latin music, but it would soon deepen and it quickly became a major focal point in my continuing musical education.

Released on June 15, 1983. Los Lobos would play in December ’83 at the Stumble Inn, but I wouldn’t get to see them live until March, 1984 at the Sundance Saloon. Awesome group!
Az Daily Star, 07/17/83. I loved going to this bar. In many ways, I led a double life at this time. One minute I’d be hanging out with my Teatro friends doing political theater, and another I’d be dancing my butt off at discos like this one. It took a while before I came out to some of my associates…
The Phelps Dodge strike in Arizona started in early July, 1983 and would continue for at least two more years.
Teatro Libertad participated in this rally and march. We sang at the top of our lungs as we marched through downtown Tucson. I loved being out in the community doing things like this.
I didn’t realize I had a copy of this flyer until I started browsing through an old college notebook today on 4/2/21. I just had to include it here!

The radio course lasted a few months, and by late Fall, the station was ready to go live. I was a devoted volunteer at the time, and did a lot of work at the station.

My FCC Radio programmer’s license.
Tropical Storm Octave moved into the area in late September, dumping over 8 inches of rain in Tucson. The Santa Cruz and Rillito Rivers flooded in early October, causing massive amounts of damage in the region. It was a sight to see!
What a great soundtrack! released on 9-28-83.
One of the things the station management wanted us all to do was to go around town to various businesses to try to get free recordings. It didn’t work out that well for me. I ended up buying all my own material over time.
Released on October 27, 1983. One of my favorite Dylan albums from the 1980s. Jokerman and Sweetheart Like You are amazing songs. See review below.
Musician Magazine, date unknown.

November 2, 1983–Ronald Reagan signs bill making Martin Luther King, Jr’s birthday a national holiday, as Coretta Scott King and others look on. My birthday is also on January 15. This is one thing Reagan did right!
November 3, 1983: Jesse Jackson announces he’s running for President.
Released on 11-04-83. A highly acclaimed album. See review below.
This review appeared in January 1984 in High Fidelity magazine, shortly after the release of Hearts and Bones.
Rich Towne, the guy that did the radio course, was a very good teacher. I learned a lot from him.
Released 11/23/83. Wow. What a movie!
I’m standing in front of two fellow members of the Teatro. We’ setting up our portable stage.

KXCI and Teatro Libertad were where my heart was at this point in my life. I wanted to convince people to become politically active and to take a stand and work to make the world a better place. I had signed up to take a graduate course in Social Psychology with Dr. Patricia MacCorquodale in the Fall, but I withdrew from the course before the semester was over. Academia, it turns out, wasn’t for me, at least for the time being. I couldn’t see myself as a professor doing boring studies, writing boring papers, and teaching all the time, although teaching probably would’ve been more fulfilling than doing research. I would take one more sociology class the following Spring semester, but that would be it. After that, I was done with the program.

The members of Teatro Libertad wrote this play collaboratively. It was a major achievement and a huge success. Act II would be written the following Spring.
Scene 1–“A.F.L vs. I.W.W.”, featuring Scott Egan and Juan Villegas. La Vida Del Cobre, Act I: The Deportation
“The Round-up”, Scene VII of La Vida Del Cobre, Act I: The Deportation. I’m the one with the rifle. Included in this scene from left to right are Liliana Gambarte, Scott Egan, Ted Warmbrand (an audience member who got arrested during the round-up scene), Bob Diaz, Pernela Jones and Pamela Bartholomew. The people in the background were audience members.
There were lots of musical numbers in this play. We loved to sing, even though we were out of tune a lot of the time. Included from left to right are: Juan Villegas, Liliana Gambarte, Scott Egan, Pernela Jones, Bob Diaz, and Pamela Bartholomew.
We did it. After many years of planning and fundraising, Tucson was about to have it’s own community radio station.

As the station went live, I was given two slots to fill in the programming calendar, one a Latin show on Thursday nights which I dubbed “The Chicano Connection”, and the other a morning music mix program that took place on Friday mornings from 9am to noon. I was still rather shy and wasn’t a great announcer when I started, but again, I kept at it, and got better over time.

From the Arizona Daily Star, December 5, 1983. The initial programming schedule included a lot of diverse shows. It would change continuously over time.
My very first playlist for my very first show. Aretha Franklin’s hit, “Respect,” was the first song I ever played on the air.
I didn’t own a lot of Latin music at first, but over time, I have acquired quite a collection, especially of Mexican rancheras.

My knowledge of music and my shows were also starting to get noticed out in the community, and I quickly became known for playing stuff that nobody else was playing or was long forgotten. Senator Dennis DeConcini even wrote to the station early on and noted how impressed he was with me and Kidd Squidd. I was in heaven. I even played political folk music, but this would eventually get me into trouble.

My first morning music mix playlist. I would play the same artists a lot over time, but would try to vary the individual songs that I featured.

Here are more of my playlists from December, 1983. (click the title to see the list).

The Chicano Connection, December 15, 1983.

The Morning Music Mix, December 16, 1983.

The Chicano Connection, December 22, 1983.

The Morning Music Mix, December 23, 1983.

The Chicano Connection, December 29, 1983.

The Morning Music Mix, December 30, 1983.

Even though my personal life was a drag,  this was indeed an amazing time in my life. I had some wonderful friends, many of whom I haven’t seen in a long time. For one reason or another we all just drifted apart. Some have moved away, some are still in town, and others have passed on. As I was thinking back on this particular year, I was overcome with emotion for the first time since I started this writing project. I really miss these folks. I still love them with all my heart. They were all wonderful, talented people. I’m lucky I still have friends like Ron and Jane. Our friendship has stood the test of time.

A holiday card from my friend Lee.

There’s one final thing that I want to say about this particular time in my life. I have a few regrets, that’s for sure. There are some things I did that I should not have done, and over time I’ve paid the price in one way or another for these mistakes. I likely hurt a few people along the way, and to this day I feel very sad about all of that, but I realize nothing can be done about it now, except to say I’m sorry to those who find this and know what I’m talking about. It was all so long ago. I was young and still had a lot to learn at the age of 24. Some things I figured out pretty fast, while others would take a lifetime to finally figure out.  Overall, I feel pretty good now and I am happier than I’ve ever been. I look forward to continuing writing my life story. I’ve come a long way on this project. 24 years down, 37 more to go…Stay tuned!

My Life Story: 1982

Things to know up front:

You can enlarge the photos by clicking on them. Click the back arrow key to return to the post.

Every chapter in My Life Story includes information about me, my work, my family and my friends. It also includes information about events that took place locally and nationally, etc. that I thought important enough to include. You’ll also find that I’ve included films, musicians and recordings/videos, in addition to books that were released in a given year.

While I have included many personal photos, most of the graphic content included below is borrowed from the Internet. I do not claim to own this material. I am just adding it for educational purposes. If the owners of any of the content in the “My Life Story” series want their stuff removed, I am happy to oblige. My email address is jrdiaz@arizona.edu. Thanks!

My 1982 War Resister’s League Planner/Calendar.

1982 was an important year in my life. I was 22 years old when the year began.  I lived alone in my small apartment on 7th St, and I continued to work part time at Fry’s. I turned 23 on the 15th of January, just as my final semester at the University of Arizona was about to begin. I signed up for four classes, and they were quite demanding, with lots of assigned readings, tests, papers and lab reports. All of this kept me rather busy. 

A birthday card from my friend Tim
A birthday note from my friend Frank…
I signed up for too many classes, and ended up dropping a couple. I would still end up with enough credits to graduate in May.
This book was required reading in my class, “The Politics of the Mexican American Community”. It is a great book, one of my favorites.
Another required text. This one was assigned by Dr. Guy in my Contemporary Latin America class.
Movies with gay themes were starting to appear more frequently. This one was released on February 12, 1982.
This was also released on February 12, 1982. I loved this movie.

On top of all of this, I continued to spend time with my friends, who included Frank, Scott, Richard, Tim, and others, and to indulge myself in having fun, going out to the bars to dance and partying a lot. There were times when I felt like the partying, which consisted primarily of drinking lots of beer and smoking, was starting to have an adverse effect, and I wrote in my journal in February that I wasn’t focused enough on my schoolwork. There were even a few times when I had to fake being sick and take time off of work to catch up on school stuff. This was risky, as I could have easily lost my job by calling in sick, but I was luckily able to get a doctor’s notice (usually by making something up, like a bad back or a sore foot) each time I needed time off, and that covered me with work.

February 23, 1982: Contemporary Latin America exam

February 24, 1982: Political Sociology Take Home exam

February 25, 1982: Mexican American Politics exam

 I saved a lot of my schoolwork from this period. (To see my work, just click on each title above). Overall, I got good grades on my tests and papers, even though I was having too much fun. I was young and full of energy, I suppose. One way or another, I covered all my bases when there were deadlines to meet.

My new car, an early graduation gift from my mom, looked exactly like this. It was beautiful.

In February, my mother bought me a car. My ’64 Buick Special turned out to be a real lemon, and was always giving me trouble, so I needed to get another one that was more reliable. As luck would have it, my next door neighbor was selling her recently deceased husband’s 1964 Galaxy 500, a beautiful white, four door monstrosity with a great engine and body. I told my mom about it, and she agreed to buy me the car as an early graduation present. The former owner took great care of it. I had a lot of fun with that vehicle in the next several years.

From my sister Becky…

I received several letters from my sister Becky early in the year. Her relationship with her husband Paco was over, and by early March, she had divorced him. Aside from one or two notable exceptions (see above), most of her letters from this period are heart wrenching, and describe a very lonely, unhappy person in the midst of profound change. I was elated when she came home in the Spring. My brother Charles flew up to Washington and helped her pack her stuff and come home. Charles drove a U-Haul back with her and all her stuff.

Another gay-themed movie, released on March 16, 1982. Leslie Ann Warren stole the show.

As the semester progressed, I continued to subscribe to and read a lot of political magazines, such as The Nation, The Progressive, Mother Jones, In These Times, and the Guardian. I considered myself a socialist, and even joined the Democratic Socialists of America .

A booklet describing the mission and goals of this organization.
The more I read, the more I learned about the history of radicalism in the US. This stuff wasn’t taught in high school history, that’s for sure. I learned more by reading on my own than ever did in the classroom.

I was also starting to get interested in the Sanctuary Movement, which was founded in Tucson by Reverend John Fife and others. The following article appeared in the local paper in late March.

Sometime in the Spring, I met a young woman from Bolivia named Pamela Bartholomew. She would sit in on my Political Sociology class at times, and we became friends. She soon invited me to attend a play called “Semilla Sembrada”, by Teatro Libertad, a local political theater group.

Pamela Bartholomew
Arizona Daily Star, March 11, 1982

I attended it, and loved it. I later got to meet the members of the group, and would soon end up interviewing one of them for a paper I had to write in my Mexican American Politics class. A couple of the female members, Pernela and Teresa, had also grown up in my neighborhood and I knew their brothers. I would end up becoming a member of Teatro Libertad by year’s end.

My niece Michelle’s first son, Solomon, was born on March 28, 1982. Here’s a photo of him taken a couple of months later.

Solomon Corrales, my niece Michelle’s baby boy.

I had more papers and tests due in March, April and May. Overall, I continued to get A’s and B’s in most of them. The one class I didn’t care for at all was titled Introduction to Ecology and Evolutionary Biology. I got a C in it. Even though I had done well in previous science classes, this one just didn’t interest me at this point in my college career.

March 30, 1982: Contemporary Latin America paper on the Somoza Dynasty

April 1, 1982: Mexican American Politics exam

April 20, 1982: Political Sociology essay on American Ideology and Science

April 30, 1982: Mexican American Politics paper

May 11, 1982: Political Sociology Final exam

This was a great way to close out my last semester of college. Seeing Angela Davis on April 18 was a dream come true.
I remember inviting a woman I had met at Fry’s to this event. I had an actual date!
Az Daily Star, May 1, 1982. Just in time for summer! A new gay bar opens in Tucson on the grounds of the Tucson Inn near Stone Ave and Drachman. I had a blast dancing here and listening to live music.

I was exhausted by the end of the semester, but it was worth it! I graduated on May 15 with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Psychology, with a minor in Sociology.  I remember that I promised my parents when I quit high school that I would complete my education at the University, come hell or high water, and I did it!  It took five and a half years, but I didn’t care. I had reached one of the most important milestones of my life. I ended up with a 3.41 grade average, which wasn’t bad at all. I was the first and only one in my family to go to a four year college and graduate, and it made my parents extremely proud, and that made me very happy.

My diploma
My family threw me a big graduation party. My mom and sisters went all out and made shrimp cocktail and other delicious food. I even invited two of my professors to the party. It was a blast.
A card from all my co-workers at Fry’s.
I owe so much to my two high school teachers, Ron and Jane Cruz. They continued to believe in me and support me through high school and into my college years, and are to this day my dearest friends.

I had no immediate plans for the Fall, so I hung out with my friends and had fun. Frank and I drove up to Oak Creek Canyon at some point, and we took some photos. My dad had taken the family up there way back in 1965. He had grown up in the area, and knew it well. It’s beautiful country, and the drive with Frank was very enjoyable. I loved playing my guitar at the time, and Frank enjoyed listening to me. He was my biggest fan. Nobody else thought I played very well, and I probably didn’t, but he was a real sweetheart to me.

Playing my guitar in Oak Creek Canyon
I bought the t-shirt I’m wearing at the Semilla Sembrada performance I had seen just a month or to before this photo was taken.
Frank, my dear friend and teacher, and one of the most influential people in my life, taught me many valuable lessons.
Frank followed the teachings of Bagwan Shree Rashneesh, who as a guru, advocated meditation and taught a unique form called dynamic meditation. Rejecting traditional ascetic practices, he advocated that his followers live fully in the world but without attachment to it. The underlying premise of the book, A Course in Miracles, is that the greatest “miracle” is the act of simply gaining a full “awareness of love’s presence” in a person’s life. Frank was always trying to get me to let go of “living in my head” and he urged me to stay focused on the present moment and to live from my heart. I’ll forever be grateful to him.

I also attended several concerts over the summer, including one by the Clash in Mesa, and one by the Grateful Dead. I drove my friends Richard, Denise and Mike up to Mesa in my new car to see the Clash show, and we had a blast. Denise made some silk-screened t-shirts for the occasion and sold a bunch of them up there.

The Arizona Republic, June 15, 1982.

When we went back up to Mesa to see the Grateful Dead, I got a ride with someone. It’s a good thing, because I was flying higher than a kite that night. It was a wild, memorable, trippy occasion. I won’t divulge the details, but believe me, we all had fun.

Wow, what a show!

A few days later, they performed in Texas, and the concert was recorded. This was how they sounded when they were in Phoenix. Great!!

Released on July 26, 1982.
Released July 28, 1982.

I didn’t have a steady boyfriend, but I had a few very close friends like Frank. He and I were very tight, and he would write to me a lot as he traveled the country and Europe. He bought me the book, Be Here Now, and was a big follower of Bagwan Rajneesh, and A Course in Miracles. He loved me dearly and was my mentor. Sometime in the summer, I took a flight to Albuquerque to meet up with him while he was staying there. I remember shopping at the various record stores in the University area with him. Poor Frank quickly learned that I had a constant habit of shopping for books and records. He even found a copy of Joan Baez’s album, “Live Europe’83: Children of the 80s” for me when he went to France the following year. The record was available only in Europe at the time, and apparently, it took him a while to find it, but he did and he brought it back for me. Bless his heart.

A gift from Frank.

While I had did have strong feelings for Frank, I was also still very infatuated with my friend Scott, who was quite handsome and a very nice guy. We would go hiking together to Sabino Canyon, and he taught me how to shoot a gun, believe it or not. We didn’t really have a lot in common, as he was into things like hunting, but we enjoyed each other’s company. We also both worked at Fry’s, and would often go jogging together. Other guys that I hung around with at this time included my friend Harold, who was a choir director for a local African American church, and Michael, who turned me on to the movie, Harold and Maude. He and I clashed some, so our friendship only lasted a few months. My friends Ron and Jane, Sylvia, Dennis, Jim and Gary were still around too. I was very lucky to have so many good friends at this point in my life.

I love this movie. The soundtrack is great too.

In August, my dad and I took a road trip to Las Vegas in my new car. We stopped along the way in Superior to visit his brother Raul, and then drove through Phoenix before heading north to the Verde Valley region, where he was born and raised.

My Dad.
My dad was born in Jerome, Az in 1920. He was raised in Camp Verde.

We visited Jerome, Cottonwood and Camp Verde. At one point, in Cottonwood, we stopped by the river and he took his shoes and socks off and waded into the water. It was so cool to see that. This was where my dad spent his childhood and youth, and it was a very special moment.

The Verde River

We continued driving north to Flagstaff and visited a lady who was from a family my dad knew when his family lived there in the thirties. From Flagstaff, we drove west to Needles. We had almost made it and were just 40 miles outside of Needles when, as luck would have it, my car’s water pump went out, and the car stalled stuck outside of Yucca, Arizona, in the middle of nowhere. It was the middle of the night too, and we were stuck. My dad tried lighting a fire to get someone’s attention, and a State trooper even drove by, but did nothing whatsoever to help us. We ended up walking a couple of miles up the road to a motel that had a pay phone. I barely had enough change to make a call to my uncle’s house, and I had to memorize his phone number after getting it from the operator. It’s a good thing I was able to do that. Otherwise, I don’t know what we would have done.

My uncle came and got us, and the next day, we got the car fixed. It was a very scary situation there for a while, but we pulled through. The experience helped my dad and I bond like never before. All that walking we did was hard on him, as he walked with a limp due to a broken leg he had gotten years ago while working in the mine. I felt really bad for him, but he was a good sport.

Needles is a small town near the Colorado River. Two of my dad’s brothers settled here.

Once we had made it to Needles, we spent time with my dad’s two brothers Val and Failo, and their families. We also went to Las Vegas, but it was awkward and we didn’t have a great time. He wanted to see showgirls. I didn’t.

My cousin Clarisa later took me to Laughlin, Nevada, another gambling mecca on the banks of the Colorado River. I had a really bad experience there too. As we were walking through one of the casinos, we went through a dance area that had a band playing, and the band started mocking Mexican music and making stupid noises. I yelled back at them and flipped them off. Little did I know I was being watched. A few minutes later, we were served drinks, and I suddenly got very, very sleepy. I ended up crashing in the car, and the next morning I was sicker than a dog. Apparently the servers slipped something into my drink so that I wouldn’t cause any further trouble. I had never vomited bile before, but I did that day. It took me a while to get back on my feet. It was a horrible experience, one I’ll never forget. We later made it home without any problems, thank goodness.

Another fun concert. I just had to see Rickie Lee Jones!
Release date: September 1, 1982. One of my favorites!

I decided not to enroll in school in the Fall. I needed a break. There wasn’t much to do other than work, so I continued that and just hung out with my friends, listened to lots of music, partied and went to the movies.

This is my absolute favorite Springsteen album. It was released on September 30, 1982.
Joni Mitchell released this album on October 1, 1982. I found it to be a great album, much easier to listen to than her previous effort, Mingus.

Sometime later in the Fall, I decided I wanted to branch out a bit and find something creative and fun to do. Since I liked playing the guitar and flute, I looked around and found a music group that I liked that I thought I’d try to join. After hearing her group perform at an event, I met up with a woman named Rebecca, who was with a folk music group called Bwiya-Toli, to talk about the possibility of joining them. They played progressive folk music from Latin America. I auditioned with them, but didn’t impress the group leader all that much. I didn’t know how to play percussion and they wanted me to do that. I could play the flute and guitar, but hadn’t played in an ensemble in quite a while either. Things didn’t work out with them after all.

Released October 27, 1982. What a great album!

However, my friend Pamela soon thereafter invited me to attend a Teatro Libertad meeting. The group had been in existence since 1975, and had several major plays under their belt by the time I came along.  Earlier in the year, I had attended a performance of Semilla Sembrada,  their most recent full length play, and over the summer I became friends with Teresa, one of the members of the group. My very first meeting with the Teatro was on November 9, 1982. The group was very disciplined, and meetings were held two to three times a week. There would be no alcohol or other drugs allowed at any of the meetings, and punctuality was very important to the group.

Teatro Libertad publicity poster

While the primary focus of Teatro Libertad was theater, the group also sang a lot, and I particularly enjoyed participating in the singing and learning new songs. The acting was another story. I had always been, believe it or not, a very, very shy individual ever since I was a child, and it took all the courage I could muster just to get up in front of a group to speak. I had trouble giving presentations, for example, in college. I would just freeze at times, and usually bombed whatever presentation I was supposed to give. I knew if I wanted to stay in the Teatro, that I had to get over this fast. It took a few embarrassing moments, but I was soon participating in skits and contributing as a full member to the group.

I bought this when it first came out in November, 1982. I had a big crush on my friend Scott from Fry’s at the time, and I played it for him one day. We had a great time listening to it in my little one room apartment. I was crazy about him.
The song, Willie Moore, had been included in The Joan Baez Songbook, but I’d never heard it until this album was released.

Jesse Jackson visited Miracle Valley, Arizona on November 11, which was the sight of a controversial shootout in the predominantly Black community south of Sierra Vista. He also came to Tucson and spoke at the Mt. Cavary Baptist Church that evening. I was there and he was fantastic. Unfortunately, the writer of the article had to be a smart ass about things. It’s so frustrating that some journalists can twist things around like this and get away with this kind of garbage.

From the Tucson Citizen, November 12, 1982.
This article about local singer Mary Baker appeared in the 12/04/82 edition of the Arizona Daily Star. She would sometimes perform in the basement of the Fineline, a local gay bar that I went to a lot. Another group, a lesbian country band named “Rare Breed” would also perform there.
I attended this concert. 12/09/82.

This Ray Charles concert was alright, not great. My friend Richard was one of the people that hollered at the wrong time. He yelled out, “You bad, Ray”, and Ray told him to shut up. How funny is that? Richard told me about it later. This was the first of two Ray Charles shows I saw in the 80’s. The other one took place a couple of years later at the Temple of Music and Art. My brother Charles and I took our mom to see him. The concert was over in about 40 minutes, and was the shortest performance I’ve ever attended. We we all very disappointed.

This film premiered on December 17, 1982. I saw it with my friend Scott.

As the year came to a close, I knew I needed to make some decisions about my future. I decided to take the GRE exam and to go back to school. I considered going in to social work, and my friend Frank even wrote me a letter of recommendation, but I also thought about law school. I couldn’t make up my mind, and it took a while to figure it all out.

I knew one thing for sure. My feelings for my friend Scott continued to deepen, and I wrote him this song. I was crazy about him.

My Life Story: 1981

Things to know up front:

You can enlarge the photos by clicking on them. Click the back arrow key to return to the post.

Every chapter in My Life Story includes information about me, my work, my family and my friends. It also includes information about events that took place locally and nationally, etc. that I thought important enough to include. You’ll also find that I’ve included films, musicians and recordings/videos, in addition to books that were released in a given year.

While I have included many personal photos, most of the graphic content included below is borrowed from the Internet. I do not claim to own this material. I am just adding it for educational purposes. If the owners of any of the content in the “My Life Story” series want their stuff removed, I am happy to oblige. My email address is jrdiaz@arizona.edu. Thanks!

Rolling Stone Magazine, January 1981

As the year started, I was getting close to getting my bachelor’s degree. Having passed the midpoint with only a handful more credits to go, I had hoped to finish by the end of the year, but would have to continue through the Spring semester of 1982, as I ended up dropping some courses along the way. I continued to work at the grocery store too, and began the year still living with my parents, but that would change soon enough.

Ronald Reagan had just won the presidential election in November, and my friends and I all braced ourselves for the coming onslaught of conservative government policy, which included backing dictatorships once again in Central America and busting unions. Jerry Falwell’s Moral Majority was more popular than ever, and things didn’t look good for the gay community or other minority communities either.

School started January 15, my birthday, the day I turned 22. I had already taken one jogging class the previous semester and attempted another this semester, but the class was held too early in the mornings, so I dropped it.

During the Spring semester, I took three sociology classes.  My teachers in these classes were  J.T. Borhek,  Gary Jensen, and Stanley Lieberson, (who would move on to Berkeley, and then Harvard).  The reading assignments, particularly in Borhek’s class, were rather dense, and included The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism by  Max Weber, The Communist Manifesto, by Karl Marx, and Suicide: A Study in Sociology, by Emile Durkheim.  I did my best to wade through these, but sometimes I had to re-read things again and again to comprehend stuff. I enjoyed reading about ethnic and racial groups much more than the heavier theoretical material.

Text used in Dr. Lieberson’s Sociology class, “Minority Groups”.

I was completely immersed in my school work. I loved my classes this particular year, as I had started to move away from psychology to the study of sociology, which became my minor. I was particularly interested in minority groups, politics and social movements. It was easy being more serious about my studies at this point because I found the subject matter so interesting. My grades improved a lot at this time. At one point, I got the highest grade on a test in my class on minority groups, and Dr. Lieberson awarded me with the following book. A couple of my fellow students didn’t like that Dr. Lieberson had done this, but I sure was a happy camper.

My reward for getting the highest grade in my class.

I also got an A on a paper I wrote for Dr. Borhek’s class, “Sources of Social Theory”. The paper was titled “The Chicano in America Today: A Sociological Analysis”. (Click on the title to read the paper). I didn’t get a new typewriter until the Fall semester, so I very carefully wrote this one in cursive. It got some water damage, but it’s still readable.

A birthday card from my sister Becky. I turned 22 on January 15.

In Central America in 1979, the Sandinistas had taken power away from the previously U.S. backed Somoza regime, and other nations in the region were also clamoring for freedom. El Salvador had been suffering under a brutal dictatorship and had witnessed in the previous year the killings of the ever popular Archbishop Oscar Romero and four Catholic nuns who had started a land reform school. In early January, the civil war started to escalate, and the FMLN, the revolutionary rebel forces, was on the offensive.

By this point in my life, I was starting to refine my political views, and they were definitely left of center. I was quite sad and depressed that Carter had been defeated and that Ronald Reagan had won. I could not stand the man, and have never thought he did our country any good whatsoever. I felt that the freeing of the hostages in Iran had been a publicity stunt that Reagan and others within the Republican party had engineered with others in the Middle East to give him more credibility and make him more popular. There were definitely some shady deals made to make this happen, in my opinion. Jimmy Carter had been a great president, but Reagan’s shenanigans made Carter appear weak and ineffective in the end.

Reagan was inaugurated President on January 20, 1981, exactly 40 years ago.
This happened the same day Reagan took office.

At home, life continued to be a challenge. I decided it was time to leave again, and this time it was for good. Around the third week of January, I found a small studio apartment in back of a professor’s house on 7th street, a block east of Campbell. I had to practically beg the man to let me rent the place, and assured him I was working and in school. It was humiliating, but I loved the location. It was perfect, and the one big room was all I needed. The one thing it didn’t have unfortunately, was a stove, but I managed. My mom and dad’s house was just a mile away and I could always pop over there to eat and do laundry. Mom wasn’t happy, of course that I had left again, but I couldn’t take it living at home. People were in and out of the house all the time. My parents were always bickering and babysitting the grand kids, and two of my brothers were always there just hanging out. My brother Fred and I never got along, and as time went on, our relationship deteriorated further and further.

My little apartment on 7th street. This is a more recent photo. The place was in better shape when I lived there, and there wasn’t a gate there either.
Rosalie Sorrels performed at the UA Stduent Union on Friday, January 23, 1981. I was there.
The contra wars started as soon as Reagan took office.

Reagan, in response to the allegations that Nicaragua was supporting the rebel forces in El Salvador, quickly stopped providing aid to the leftist Nicaraguan government and started aiding the “contrarevolucionarios”, or counterrevolutionaries, instead. These forces consisted of former members of Somoza’s military, who, from their home base along the Honduran border, began to fight to regain control of the country. In the ensuing months, Reagan would secretly authorize more and more funding to this clandestine force, popularly known as the Contras.

It would take me a while to “discover” Rosanne Cash. This album, her third, was released in February, 81. One of her best. It includes “Blue Moon With Heartache”, one of my very favorites.
Reagan waving to the crowd just before getting shot.

From Wikipedia: “On March 30, 1981, United States President Ronald Reagan was shot and wounded by John Hinckley Jr. in Washington, D.C. as he was returning to his limousine after a speaking engagement at the Washington Hilton Hotel. Hinckley believed the attack would impress actress Jodie Foster, with whom he had become obsessed. Reagan was seriously wounded by a .22 Long Rifle bullet that ricocheted off the side of the presidential limousine and hit him in the left underarm, breaking a rib, puncturing a lung, and causing serious internal bleeding. He was close to death upon arrival at George Washington University Hospital but was stabilized in the emergency room, then underwent emergency exploratory surgery.[4] He recovered and was released from the hospital on April 1.”

I was at home in my apartment when I heard the news about Reagan getting shot. Thinking back on it now, I wouldn’t wish that kind of thing on anyone, but Reagan was such a slimy politician, at one point I was hopeful that we’d get someone else to run the country. My fears about the kind of damage Reagan would do to our country came true soon enough. I discussed the shooting with my friend Tim, who had dropped over that day. I couldn’t help telling him what I thought. He and I spent a lot of time together around this time. He would bring his guitar over to my apartment and we’d discuss the class we were in together and the papers we wrote. I never felt attracted to him. He was completely straight, and had his share of girlfriends. He certainly was handsome enough to have lots of them, but he was quite skinny. Not my type, really. He was just a friend.

I made some other new friends around this time in my life, and they included Jim and Gary, a couple who had been together for many, many years. Jim was an artist who grew up before World War II in Southern California, and he met Gary in the bay area when Gary was very young. They lived there for many years. At some point, Jim also spent time in Europe studying art. After they moved to Tucson, they owned an art gallery in town, but then sold it so that Jim could devote more of his time to his art. I met Jim at a bar called the Graduate one day while I was playing pool. He noticed that my hands were big and had prominent veins, and he asked me if I would be willing to model for him while he worked on a sculpture. I agreed to do it. I went to his house way out on the far west side and sat still with my hand relaxed, but stretched out, while Jim did his sculpting. We hit it off and became friends. His partner Gary was also nice.

Jim Knox

Jim had been an actor in Hollywood at one point and was very handsome, even as an older guy. He and Gary had a big record collection and they were crazy about Judy Garland. I remember having conversations with the two of them about wanting to “change the world.” They chuckled at my youthful idealism, and encouraged me to do it, but I knew they thought I was “very young”.

I spent a lot more time with my old friend Richard this particular year too. He had also made some new friends who lived near his new apartment, which was on 9th St. near 4th Ave. Their names were Mike, Denise, Jimmy and Merricat. Denise and Mike were both artists, as was Merricat. She made beaded jewelry,  and either lived next door to Denise or was her roommate at one point.

Denise and Mike
A gift to me from Mike

We all partied together frequently, and while there was always beer and marijuana around, at times we did other heavier things, such as hallucinogenics. Richard had become a big fan of the Grateful Dead, and such people are known as Dead Heads and acid freaks. I enjoyed the music, but never considered myself that big of a fan, although I did try the drugs once or twice.

This is a great live, acoustic “double album”. It has some great tunes on it, like the one below.
Chuck Berry performed at Spring Fling on the UA Mall on April 3, 1981. I vividly remember the show. It was very short.
I was lucky to have seen Chuck Berry in person, short show or not.

Doing acid and other psychedelics was sure an interesting experience! One could easily have a bad trip if the setting for the “party” wasn’t mellow enough. I went through this myself once or twice, and afterwards realized that I shouldn’t indulge so much in the heavy stuff. While I was in much better shape psychologically than I had been when I was 18, I still had issues at 22, and the drugs sometimes brought those issues out into the open in a very creepy way, and I would find myself in a downward spiral. If it weren’t for a friend of mine who saw that I was sinking one evening at one of these parties, I’m not sure where I would have ended up. She calmed me down and made me relax on the couch and told me, “remember this is just temporary. It will wear off”. Wow. That sure helped.

Seeing her perform live was a dream come true.

As far as dating was concerned, there wasn’t anyone steady. I continued to go out to the bars to meet other guys. I had a lot of fun, and still liked to dance, but was really tired of the bar scene after a while. It all revolved around the pretty people, and around drugs and alcohol. I was young, and indulged myself, but I wanted more. I’m glad I had some stability. Working half time and going to school were my two big priorities, and I never let the partying get out of control. My mother’s favorite saying to all of us was that “you have to learn how to paddle your own canoe,” and that lesson was embedded deep in my psyche.

Bob Marley died of cancer on May 11. It was a sad day the world over.
My gpa went up a lot this semester. Once this one was over, I had two more semesters of school left.
I had my own subscription to this magazine. Refugees from El Salvador were starting to make their way to the U.S., and the Sanctuary movement was just getting off the ground.

Word was slow to get out that gay men in big cities like New York, San Francisco and Los Angeles were starting to die from combination of pneumonia and a rare strain of cancer called Kaposi’s Sarcoma, but by early June, the Centers for Disease Control had published the first official report on Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, or AIDS, and by July there were over 40 reported deaths. As time went on and word spread about the disease, gay men became further targets for discrimination and violence, and they began dying at an alarming rate, particularly on the east and west coasts. The world would never be the same. By the middle of the decade, at least two of my friends, Dennis and Leonard, had contracted the disease, and both eventually died. A lot more friends would die through the 90’s as well.

The first report about a mysterious illness affecting young gay men…

Around this time, Frank Weill, my old religion teacher from Salpointe, and I bumped into each other at a bar one night, and we started spending time together. He had left the church by then, but still did spiritual counseling for a lot of people. He would become a very close friend in the next few years, and I learned a great deal from him.

My good friend Frank.
The news of Sister Clare’s death on July 30th shocked everyone in Tucson and Arizona. I didn’t know Sister Judith, but she was constantly at Clare’s side. Clare was my teacher in high school, and she was very kind to me.
Released in 1981, this is another 2 lp set of music from the Bread and Roses Festival held at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley. Great music, but only available on lp.

Summer dragged on. I was working constantly, feeling unsure of myself and unhappy about my sexuality, but still going out and messing around and partying a lot. I felt lost and alone, especially after my buddy Tim took off and went back east for the summer. I couldn’t wait for school to begin.

Sure enough, Reagan started busting the unions. The PATCO strike was a major event in American history. The workers that were fired weren’t allowed to get re-hired in the industry until the late 80s/early 90s.

Dylan was starting to write secular songs again on this album. It was released on August 10, 1981 and included the great tunes “Lenny Bruce” and “Every Grain of Sand”.

Before school started, in mid-August, I took a little vacation, and booked a flight, one of the very first I’d ever taken, to Seattle, to go see my sister Becky, who lived in Lacey, a little town just east of Olympia. She and Paco had moved across the country the year before, where he was able to find work with relatives. Becky and Paco were having lots of problems at this point, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see her and I needed to get away for a little while. They would soon split up and by early 1982, she was back home with the family.

This was the airline I chose to go visit my sister.
My plane landed in Seattle. My brother-in-law and sister picked me up at the airport and we headed south to Lacey.
Lacey was just east of Olympia, Washington’s state capital.
The town of Lacey had lots of trees everywhere.
My sister drove me around the area. It was very lush and green. It also rained a lot!
The view from the top is amazing. I’ll never forget it.
We took this photo up in the Space Needle.
This place is always a lot of fun. I’ve been to it several times, but this was my first time and I was awestruck.
We drove Highway 101 to Port Angeles and caught the ferry to Victoria.
This looks exactly like the ferry we took.
There were flowers everywhere. Victoria is an absolutely beautiful place.

The Royal British Columbia Museum was amazing. We wandered around for hours, it seems.
I picked this up either in Victoria or Seattle. Bob Marley had died earlier in the year. The group “Reconstruction” played a lot in the Vancouver area. I used to have this up on my wall in my apartment.
Paco and Becky drove me up to Mt. Rainier one day and we climbed up as far as we could. I left them both in the dust, as I was in very good shape at the time.
It was time to head home and get ready for school to start.
Release date: August 20, 1981. Included are the songs, “Hold On, I’m Comin’,” a duet with George Benson titled “Love All the Hurt Away”, and You Can’t Always Get What you Want. Great album!
I loved my classes this semester.

I had a great time this semester. My classes were interesting and I learned a great deal in them. I particularly loved my class, Collective Behavior and Social Movements. The professor, Dr. Diane Bush, was a wonderful teacher. My History of Women in America class was also very good. I was the only guy in the class! I’m still friend with my professor, Dr. Karen Anderson. The class on Mexican American Culture was taught by Dr. James Officer. He was another wonderful teacher and was the author of the book, “Hispanic Arizona”.

Released on September 4, 1981. I love this album.
This movie premiered on September 18, 1981. I don’t think I saw it right away. It’s now a cult classic, very campy, very gay…
This film had very little scenery, but it held one captivated the entire time. I loved it. It was released on October 11, 1981.

When the film Zootsuit came out, I decided that I would take my mom and dad to see it when it was playing at the theater in El Con. Mom and Dad were a young married couple in the mid-40s and the music and the fashions of the era were well familiar to them. They enjoyed the film a lot. I did too.

Mom and Dad, still together after so many years.
A review in the local paper of the movie, Zootsuit. Oct. 16, 1981.
I used to own this poster, but like a fool, I gave it away to someone very undeserving. I should’ve kept it.
Released on 11/12/82. This film was way ahead of its time.
Released on 12-8-82. A heartbreaking movie. Amazing.

By the end of the semester, I had written a series of papers on the Gay Liberation Movement for my Sociology 313 class titled Collective Behavior and Social Movements. They were called “take home exams, but were really very long essays. Here’s the entire set of them.

“The Gay Liberation Movement Part I (Take Home Exam #1). Sociology 313: Collective Behavior and Social Movement. Dr. Diane Bush. September 15, 1981.

“The Gay Liberation Movement Part II (Take Home Exam #2). Sociology 313: Collective Behavior and Social Movements. Dr. Diane Bush. October 29, 1981.

“The Gay Liberation Movement Part III (Take Home Exam #3). Sociology 313: Collective Behavior and Social Movements. Dr. Diane Bush. November 30, 1981.

“The Gay Liberation Movement Part IV (Final Exam). Sociology 313: Collective Behavior and Social Movements. Dr. Diane Bush. December 14, 1981.

I did well this semester overall. I was just about done with school, with just a few credits left to complete. My grade point average continued to improve this semester.
I loved this movie. It was released on December 17, 1982. I saw it with my friend Scott.
This movie was released on Christmas Day, 1981. I loved it.

As the year came to a close, I had made more new friends. I became friends with Scott, a guy I met at Fry’s. I developed a very heavy crush on him and we spent a lot of time together for the next couple of years. I started dating women again too. I had hooked up with my friend Merricat sometime in the Fall, for example. She and I fooled around some, and I even took her to a Christmas party some friends from Fry’s were having. Merricat came to the party dressed like a modern day hippie, with a beaded headdress and a long flowing skirt, and my friends from Fry’s got all freaked out and even asked me, where did you find her? She was such a nice person, but we didn’t last. I was gay, and that’s all there was to it. While I fought my attraction to guys, it overpowered my desire to be with women. It took a few more years and a few more awkward sexual experiences with women to finally let go of any notion that I was attracted to them or could sustain a relationship with one. But in the meantime, I kept trying.

My Life Story: 1980

Things to know up front:

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Every chapter in My Life Story includes information about me, my work, my family and my friends. It also includes information about events that took place locally and nationally, etc. that I thought important enough to include. You’ll also find that I’ve included films, musicians and recordings/videos, in addition to books that were released in a given year.

While I have included many personal photos, most of the graphic content included below is borrowed from the Internet. I do not claim to own this material. I am just adding it for educational purposes. If the owners of any of the content in the “My Life Story” series want their stuff removed, I am happy to oblige. My email address is jrdiaz@arizona.edu. Thanks!

I started the year by continuing to work at Fry’s as a cashier/stocker and going to school full time. I was busy as ever. John was busy too, and we continued our lives together, living in our guest house on S. Warren. My classes included two sociology courses for the first time, and I ended up loving them.

Courses I enrolled in during the Spring, 1980 semester.

 When my birthday rolled around, John threw me a party and invited both my new friends and some of my old friends to the gathering at our home. Unfortunately, that was like mixing oil and water. I was hurt and disappointed at my old friends, as they clearly didn’t want to mingle with my new friends. I suppose they felt threatened or something by the fact that one or two of my friends were just a bit too effeminate. It must have made them quite uncomfortable, as they stayed in another part of the house the entire time they were there.  Homophobia was rampant back then, and it took many years for some people to come around and accept other gay people as they were. It hurt to know that my own friends didn’t really accept my chosen path.

Birthday cards from my 21st birthday.

One of our “very gay” friends, Leonard, hailed from the upper Midwest and before moving to Tucson trained horses on a farm in Michigan. He moved to Tucson to get away from his old life and he became a hairdresser, and lived his life as an openly gay man. He and his partner Virgil, who had gone to junior high and high school with my brother Fred, were a lot of fun. Leonard gave me a “perm” at some point, but I let my hair grow out after the first one. Perms were something John liked getting. My hair was curly enough on its own, but they were a big thing at the time. Everyone was getting perms. My sister-in-law has a photo of me with my perm all grown out, but I don’t have a copy of it. She took the photo just before she cut my hair.

Sometime at this point, I got very ill with the flu. It was the worst case of the flu I’ve ever had in my whole life.  I was delirious with fever and weak as could be, and was sick for days. At one point, I even wanted John to take me home to my parent’s house, so that they could take care of me. I wanted my mommy! Somehow I managed to survive it, but the flu that winter killed a lot of people. I truly did feel like I was going to die.

Flu season hit me hard. I almost died. I don’t remember if I caught it before the new year or shortly afterwards, but I know I was still living in the guest house on S. Warren with John. I’ve never been sicker than I was this time around.

As a 21 year old, I continued to identify primarily as a Chicano and as a bohemian/hippie type, but as I began to experience life as a gay man, my perspective broadened. I was becoming immersed in “gay” culture, hanging out with other gay people, either at the bars or in other social settings where my partner and I found ourselves. I continued to learn as much as possible about the history of the gay community, about “camp”, drag and gay sensibility. I also learned a lot about gay icons like Judy Garland and Joan Crawford. I learned about gay subcultures too. There were different groups of gay men for example, such as those into the leather scene, men who identified as “bears” or “clones”, and women who were separatists, and about “butch” and “femme” roles. Overall, I learned that there is a great deal of diversity within the “gay” community, but I didn’t identify with any specific group, as my radical political leanings, my ethnicity and my anti-materialistic outlook, kept me from feeling like I fit under any specific “label” or belonged to any specific group, so to speak. A lot of the other young, gay Latinos I encountered were into the disco scene and harder drugs like pills and cocaine. I found them superficial and cliquish, and didn’t relate at all to what they were into.

This movie was released on February 8, 1980. I went with John to see it. It wasn’t a great film, but Richard Gere sure had a great body.

Critics panned this movie, but who cares. Richard Gere appears in the nude! That’s all it took for us to want to see it. It was one of the very first films to show frontal male nudity, and while that particular scene lasted just a few seconds, it was, shall we say, quite revealing! Richard Gere was gorgeous.

Released on February 15, 1980, this movie was boycotted by a lot of gay civil rights groups and was trashed by a couple of local film critics (see article below). It was an intense film. The soundtrack was great and was produced by Jack Nitzsche, a longtime fixture in the rock music scene and one time husband of Buffy Sainte Marie.
From the February 16, 1980 edition of the Arizona Daily Star. (Click on the article to enlarge it so it’s readable).
The soundtrack is amazing. I really like all of the music on it.
Willie DeVille — Pulling My String

While I do not like violence in films, this movie was much more than that for me. It was authentic in so many ways. The New York leather scene came to life in this movie, and while the plot of the movie was creepy, the scenery, the music and the men in it made it quite fascinating. I’m glad I got to see the film, although I could understand why various gay organizations were boycotting it. There was nothing else about gay culture out there at the time in popular culture, and this movie was unveiling a segment of gay culture that was quite hardcore.

Released in February, this was Linda’s attempt at tackling new wave/punk music. As always, her voice sounds great, but the critics panned the album. I loved it.

Here’s a live version of Mad Love, the title cut.

My love for Linda Ronstadt all these years has been unwavering, and I made sure to buy each new disc that came out, especially in the 70’s and 80’s. I didn’t care much for the Gilbert and Sullivan stuff or the opera material she covered later, but I loved everything else. My hip friends thought I was too “corny” and bland in my tastes at times, especially because I loved Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, Rita Coolidge, James Taylor and Joan Baez, artists one could easily characterize as “middle of the road”. They just weren’t “cool” enough. I shied away from hard rock, disco, metal, funk etc. I liked what I liked, and I was beginning to develop in-depth knowledge of American soul music, jazz, and urban folk music. It would take a few years before I immersed myself in Mexican rancheras, mariachi music, and other forms of Musica Latina, but once I did, there was no turning back.

Sissy Spacek is one of my very favoriate actresses. She was amazing in this film and even sang all of the songs herself. The film premiered on March 7, 1980.

I had been listening to country music for a while when this came out. I never cared much for Loretta Lynn at all, but the movie was just great because Sissy Spacek was so incredible. I loved listening to country music, especially the local group, The Dusty Chaps, The Byrds when Gram Parsons played with them, Freddie Fender, Willie Nelson, Pure Prairie League, and of course Emmylou and Dolly. There’s a line I draw, however, in my own head, regarding this genre of music. It can get very corny and too “all-American” and too Southern and redneck-like all too easily. I’m definitely very picky when it comes to this stuff, but still, some of my friends just don’t understand how I can even tolerate it at all. For me, it goes back to when I was a child. My uncle Nato would take me with him at times to his local watering holes like the Cactus Room or the Wooden Nickel, and there on the jukebox would be a mix of Mexican music and country music. It was always there in the background and I listened intently.

My second visit to Disneyland was a lot of fun. John and I rode on the Matterhorn, Space Mountain, the Pirates of the Caribbean and other rides. We had a blast.
The t-shirt I’m wearing is a “generic” t-shirt I bought at Fry’s. Generic products were all the rage at the time, but they, in my opinion, were never as good as the products produced by the major food labels.
I rode on the Matterhorn this time around.

You really get to know someone when you travel with them. This trip was a real challenge at times. John and I argued a lot, but we made it through without killing each other. Something wasn’t clicking after a while with us, however. Perhaps I was too immature for him. I have always been a big “baby”, and there were episodes on this trip where I whined a bit too much and got him really frustrated.

I remember we drove by lots of shipyard buildings and we stayed at an old hotel adjacent to Balboa Park. The hotel didn’t have showers, only bathtubs. Somehow, while bathing one night, I managed to get soap in my private parts, and it burned for days. I was totally miserable and in pain.
This was my second visit to the San Diego zoo. I had previously visited there in 1969, over 10 years earlier, with my sister and her family.
We drove to La Jolla and visited the beach there.
Black’s Beach is in the background. Getting down there was a challenge.
Black’s Beach, one of the very few nude beaches in the country at the time.
At the beach.

At one point while we were living on S. Warren, our little house was broken into, and the thieves took a bunch of stuff, like my lawn mower and a battery that was in the porch. They also took jewelry and other stuff from inside the house. I was completely traumatized by this when I found out, and I called in sick at work. The boss reluctantly let me stay home. Working at Fry’s was not always a piece of cake. One had to be on time at all times and if you called in sick, you needed a doctor’s excuse. It’s a good thing we had a union. It did what it could to help protect our rights.

My union pin, 1980.

I bought this album, titled “Running for My Life”, shortly before we broke up, in late March. Ms. Collins had stopped drinking and started taking voice lessons. She underwent an amazing transformation, and this album was gorgeous. It was released on March 28. The song below is just beautiful.

John had a very liberal attitude towards sex, and didn’t believe in monogamy. I preferred it, however, but reluctantly went along with how he wanted things. One day after school, I noticed that he had a pile of record albums stacked against the couch, including the one above by Judy Collins, that had just been released. I asked why they were there, and he said he’d gone to our friend Kidd’s house to listen to music with him. However, I knew that he would never play any of his records on Kidd’s stereo because Kidd had a crappy record player needle, and John was a big audiophile who took good care of his albums. I told him that didn’t make any sense, and after I continued to question him, he finally revealed that he had been seeing someone else, closer to his own age and that he really liked the guy. He said he loved both of us and that he still wanted to be with me and to also see the other guy. I was shocked and heartbroken. I went outside, got on my bike, and rode it for what seemed like hours, trying to gather the strength not to cry and thinking about what I was going to do.

Our relationship was over. I could not continue with John knowing that he was falling in love with someone else. I called my sister Becky and told her what had happened. I was crying and upset, and she got mad, and told me I needed to get a grip. I was so surprised. I thought she’d be supportive, but she was not going to coddle me this time around. She made me face reality and told me that “the show must go on”, and while it was hard to hear at that point, in the end, she was right, and it helped. I spent 8 months of my life with this guy, and just like that, it all went down the drain.

I moved back to my parent’s house sometime in April. My mother, who had been trying her best to lay off the alcohol, saw that I was a mess, and likely realized that I was indeed gay. That was all it took to get her started on the alcohol again. She likely blamed herself for me having turned out gay, as she spoiled me a lot when I was a kid. My sister would even yell at her at times, saying “no le chipilees tanto. Va a salir joto!” (Don’t spoil him so much. He’s going to turn out queer!). I felt so bad, and blamed myself for the fact that she was drinking again. My poor mom loved me to the moon and back and couldn’t stand seeing me hurt, but she was happy I was home again. I stayed with my parents until the end of the year.

I got 3 A’s and an incomplete this semester. My gpa continued to climb.

I spent the following months at home, working and going to school. I also started going out again, hitting the bars and meeting other guys. I was footloose and fancy free and partied a lot. I also worked out a lot, and began jogging. I was in pretty good shape overall. It’s a good thing I stayed active, because I could’ve gained a lot of weight drinking all that beer!

I bought a camera around this time and started taking pictures. The photos below are ones I took over the summer months in our back yard at home.

My great niece Estrella and nephew Gabe in our back yard at home.
Mom worked day and night.
Mom and Dad in the back yard.
Irene and Anthony.
My sister Becky had moved with her husband Paco from New Jersey to Olympia Washington some time in 1979 and Mt. St. Helen’s erupted in mid May, 1980. It was located just over 60 miles south of Olympia. The eruption took the lives of over 55 people and was a major event. Becky sent me some volcanic ash, which, to this day, I still have.
There are a lot of good songs on this album, but this is my favorite.

A few years back, my friend Rose turned me on to Joan Armatrading, a British musician who wrote her own music. I wore this album out and ended up buying most of her other material too. Me, Myself, I was released in May, 1980.

Another May release, Emmylou’s bluegrass album included a lot of gospel songs. She would later record an entire album of gospel titled “Angel Band”. I listen to it every night before I go to sleep.

Here’s the title cut, Roses in the Snow.

Released on 06-06-80.
Released on June 10, 1980. Another great one by Bob Marley.
A great song and one of my favorites.
Released on 06-20-80.
Shake A Tailfeather, by the great Ray Charles.

I was very happy to see that Aretha Franklin had a cameo appearance in the Blues Brothers movie. For me, her performance was one of the best parts of the whole film. This was the beginning of what was to be her great “comeback”. She was done with Atlantic Records, and in 1980 signed a contract with the Arista Records label, which was run by Clive Davis. He was a legend in the music industry, and would later go on to strike it super rich by signing Whitney Houston to the label. It would take Aretha another five years and five more albums before she struck gold again with Who’s Zoomin’ Who and the smash hit, “Freeway of Love”. She was definitely on her way!

I wasn’t as crazy about this album as I had been of Mr. Browne’s earlier efforts, but he was one of those artists whose music I just had to have. Released on 6/24/80. The next song, On The Boulevard is great. All of the songs are great, actually…
Released in July, this was a great concert movie. I particularly enjoyed watching James Taylor and Carly Simon sing together. Bruce Springsteen stole the show, however. This would mark the beginning of my fascination with him and his music.
My Fall, 1980 list of classes. 13 units was about all I could handle at a time. I dropped the Spanish class.

At this point, I was transitioning from a focus on psychology to one on sociology. I particularly enjoyed my jogging class and the Philosophy in Literature class. I dropped the Spanish class early on, as I didn’t care for Dr. Leo Barrow, the instructor. He would later be censured by the University for giving marijuana, in various forms, to his students. Had I stayed in his class, I would have been treated to marijuana-laced cookies. Oh boy!

From the Arizona Daily Star, 4/27/82 (click on article to enlarge the text)
This novel by Dostoevsky was required reading in my Philosophy in Literature class, as were works by Sartre (Nausea) and Kafka (Metamorphosis). I loved the class.
This book was not required reading, but I bought it anyway. A lot of it was a bit over my head, but I plowed through it anyway.
Even though I was spending a lot of time at the discos at this time of my life, I would every now and then wander over to the Cup, on the UA campus, to hear folk music. It was here that I first encountered Jim Griffith, playing the spoons alongside a local bluegrass band. I loved this place, but within a year or so, it had closed.

I clearly remember receiving this album in the mail at my parents’ house when I was living with them after my breakup with John. It was sold by the Book-Of-The-Month Club, and I was a member at the time (1980). Holiday first recorded “A Fine Romance” back in the 1930’s but the version below is from the above album, “Music for Torching,” which was released in October, 1955.

Released on 9/19/80. It’s a hard one to watch. Very sad. Didn’t know Mary Tyler Moore could act so well.

My philosophy in literature class included discussions of Jean Paul Sartre’s works. This book contained the essay, “Existentialism is a Humanism” by Sartre. The essay itself wasn’t required reading, but it was what I was reading on my own at the time. I considered myself an “existentialist” by this point, and was far removed from my former religious beliefs. Over the years, I’ve flip flopped from being a believer to being an outright atheist to being agnostic. These days I find comfort in having faith in a higher power, and saying my prayers each night helps me sleep without getting nightmares.

Aretha’s first album for the Arista label, simply titled “Aretha” marked the beginning of a new era for the Queen of Soul. She had minor hits with “United Together” and “What a Fool Believes”. The album was released in late September.
Released October 10, 1980.
This two disc set came out in mid-October. After watching Springsteen’s performance in the No Nukes Concert film, I was hooked and just had to have this.
Springsteen sure can write some memorable tunes!
The Reagan era was about to begin. Fun, fun, fun.
I loved this album, but always skipped Yoko Ono’s songs. Never liked her, never will.
The death of John Lennon shocked the entire world.

I remember where I was when I first heard the news about Lennon’s death. He was a real hero to so many people. His new album was doing well, and everyone was happy to hear his voice again on the radio. What a tragic day and such a tragic loss. I loved his early solo albums, and, of course, his Beatles songs. So much for there ever being a Beatles reunion now.

Jimmy Carter loosened the grip the U.S. government had on the governments of Nicaragua, Guatemala or El Salvador while he was president, and for a short while Central America was able to get rid of some of its dictators like the Somozas in Nicaragua. That would all soon change once Reagan took power the following year.
I loved this movie. It was released on December 19, 1980.

I ended the semester having made a new friend. Tim M. was a student from New Jersey, and we met in one of our sociology classes. He had very long brown hair and played the guitar. He loved Neil Young and Bruce Springsteen, and we’d try our hand at singing duets like Two Of Us by the Beatles. We’d hang out together a lot in the next couple of years, and I was later a member of his wedding party. After college, he became a cop and then an FBI agent. We eventually lost touch.

I stayed with my parents until the end of the year. The past 12 months had been a roller coaster ride. My relationship with John ended, and then I started going out a lot again, meeting different guys here and there, but not really connecting with anyone in particular. All that, combined with work and school kept me on my toes. While things were as crazy as ever at home, I at least felt safe there and was able to assist my parents by helping them with their bills and keeping the yard clean. I didn’t have much privacy, however, as my brother Fred was always breaking into my bedroom and taking my clothes or rifling through my personal belongings. My parents didn’t like that I’d sometimes not come home at night either, and they became very suspicious about my activities. I could never, at this point, bring myself to tell my mother or father directly that I was gay. I just figured they knew, and we never talked about it.

Stay tuned for “My Life in Pictures: 1981”.

My Life Story: 1979

Things to know up front:

You can enlarge the photos by clicking on them. Click the back arrow key to return to the post.

Every chapter in My Life Story includes information about me, my work, my family and my friends. It also includes information about events that took place locally and nationally, etc. that I thought important enough to include. You’ll also find that I’ve included films, musicians and recordings/videos, in addition to books that were released in a given year.

While I have included many personal photos, most of the graphic content included below is borrowed from the Internet. I do not claim to own this material. I am just adding it for educational purposes. If the owners of any of the content in the “My Life Story” series want their stuff removed, I am happy to oblige. My email address is jrdiaz@arizona.edu. Thanks!

1979 would be another remarkable year. I started the year out deciding that I needed a break from school. When I quit Salpointe in 1976, I did so on the condition that I would finish college, so I knew this was temporary, as I did not want to break my promise to my parents. I had already completed 54 units of courses and had a solid “B” average by the end of the year, and was nearly halfway done. While I was becoming wary of pursuing a profession in psychology, it remained my chosen major. I took the semester off, in part, to think about what I really wanted to do as I continued my education, and to earn more money.

Life went on. I continued working as a stocker/cashier at Fry’s and living in my little one-room efficiency apartment. I pulled back some from the partying and bar hopping, but didn’t stop completely. I had been “out” almost a whole year, since March, and while I met a few guys here and there who I thought I really liked, I hadn’t yet met anyone who I dated on a steady basis. That would change as the year progressed.

During the last couple of years of her life, my grandmother Josefa became ill with Alzheimer’s disease, and my aunt Mary took care of her. Her husband Fernando decided that he was moving the family to Los Angeles where he had found work after he had been laid off from his job here in Tucson, so aunt Mary put our grandmother in a nursing facility. My grandmother begged my mother not to leave her alone there, so my mom decided that she would take care of her at home. It was a huge burden on my mom and dad, but mom could not stand seeing my grandmother suffering in a cold hospital room all by herself. She took care of her for nearly a year.

Josefa Rascon 1903-1979

My grandmother died at the house on January 13, two days before my 20th birthday. She was 75 years old. She had always been very kind and sweet to me and was the only grandparent I ever knew. (I am working on a separate blog entry about my grandmother and her family. Stay tuned). This was the second death in my family within the past six months, and this one hit particularly hard. I was grief stricken. My aunt Dora, Uncle Armando and their daughter Tish came back to town for the funeral, as did Aunt Mary and her family. It was a sad time.

My grandmother’s obituary.
My Aunt Dora, me and my mom, January 1979.
My birthday this year was overshadowed by my grandmother’s passing, but at least my brother Charles’s kids remembered it.

A month or two later, my sister Irene’s son Anthony was baptized at St. Ambrose Church. My mom and I were his godparents. After church, we all went to mom’s house and had a little celebration. Carlos and Elaine were there, as were others. In contrast to our previous family gathering for my grandmother’s funeral, this one was a happy occasion.

My dad, Irene, Anthony my mom and I, with my sister-in-law Elaine in the background the day we baptized Anthony.
Estrella, Anthony and Edessa
Mom and I were Anthony’s padrinos.
This record was released on February 28, 1979. I still love it. It has such a “punk” sensibility.
Such a creative use of words….

Sometime in March, I decided that I was going to move back home. I don’t remember exactly why I did this. It might have been to save money. I let one of my  cousins sublet my apartment, and stayed with my parents until later in the summer.

Released in early March, this was a great movie. My radical leanings only continued to grow at this time. At some point, I became a union steward at work. Released on March 2, 1979.

The great blueman John Lee Hooker played at the Night Train on March 18,1979. I remember it like it was yesterday. I got shake his hand! Wow! George Thorogood opened for him.

In my journal at this time, I wrote a lot about not really knowing where I was headed with my life. Even though coming out was a major milestone, I was still lonely and longed for a companion. I was tired of the bar scene and all the so called “fun” I was having, and of working all the time. I missed school, too.

Released in April, 1979. This remains one of my very favorites.
There are some tunes that only Emmylou can do justice to. This is one of them.

I continued to listen to lots of music and to go on shopping sprees for albums and books. Several albums were released in the Spring, including discs by Rickie Lee Jones and Emmylou Harris. Dylan also released a two album set, titled “Bob Dylan at Budokan”, a live recording of concerts he gave in Japan, with the same band that Richard and I saw him perform with at the McKale Memorial Center on the UA campus a few months earlier.

Released April 23, 1979. My friend Richard and I rushed to the local music store and bought copies the day it was released.
So much energy!
Because I took a semester off, I had to re-enroll at the University of Arizona. I started back up in June.

At the end of May, I met a guy named John. He was an Italian-American from New York who moved here after having served in the Air Force. He was 10 years older than me, but we hit it off. We dated regularly during the first month or so of our budding relationship, then at some point in the summer I decided to move in with him. I also re-enrolled in school and took a psychology class during the first summer session, followed by a full load of courses in the Fall. My grade point average was slowly starting to improve.

This recording, released in 1979, includes music performed at the 1977 Bread and Roses Festival. Included are performances by Buffy Sainte Marie, Jackson Browne, The Persuasions, and Malvina Reynolds. It’s a great album.
Universal Soldier, by Buffy Sainte Marie.

At some point in the Spring, I was transferred from the store I worked at on 22nd near Alvernon to another store on the south side of town, way out on the Nogales Highway. I wasn’t the only Mexican transferred. The new manager of our store, D.W. Green, was an avowed racist (he had a confederate flag in his office), and he tried to transfer all of the Mexicans out of “his” store. My friend Richard ended up getting transferred to the far southeast side at the same time. I didn’t like the manager at my new store, and when I let him know that that I was planning to take vacation time, he declined my request. I decided then that it was time to quit, so I left Fry’s for a short while. It took just a month or so for me to go back, however. I went to my old store and asked to be re-hired. In the meantime, D.W. Green, who also had a cocaine problem, had been caught stealing money from the store’s safe, and was subsequently fired. I was quickly re-hired and stayed with Fry’s for another 7 years, long enough to be vested in the company’s pension plan.

I listened a lot to Joni Mitchell in this period of my life. She had started out as a “folkie” but then became more daring in her musicianship and by 1979, was recording jazz. I had all of her albums. The album, “Mingus”, was released at this time. My record collection only continued to grow, as did my book collection. I loved reading both novels and non-fiction.

Mingus was released on June 13, 1979. The critics had a really hard time with it.

I was also still close to my friend Sylvia, although I could tell that she didn’t approve much of  my “new” lifestyle. She was still very much into wanting to be a nun at the time. My other friends, Jim and Judy moved to Missouri, and Rose and Teri had drifted away several months earlier. It was more my doing than theirs, as I was busy celebrating my new found freedom as a gay man, and I didn’t respond to their letters as consistently as I had before. Ron and Jane were still around, and I remember at one point I worked for Jane at her bookstore, Campana Books. The two of them have always been supportive and reliable friends. I’m forever grateful.

This album was released on July 1, 1979. By this time, I had all of Joan Baez’s records.
Baez wrote this song using song titles from tunes she recorded way back at the start of her career in the early 60’s.
I clearly remember how nervous I was when I bought this book. It was at the UA affiliated bookstore on Park and University. It was one of the very first gay books I ever bought.

My friend Richard and I, while not as close as we once were, continued hanging out together too. We partied a lot, and listened to music together. Our friends, Ron Burch and Sandy Hernandez, decided to tie the knot, and their wedding was a lot of fun. Richard was Ron’s best man. They had been friends since grade school, and at this time Richard lived with Ron and Sandy in a house just south of Speedway near Alvernon. We had lots of parties there.

The wedding was a blast. Sandy is on the far left, followed by Richard and Ronnie The young woman in the photo with Richard was Sandy’s Maid of Honor. I never knew her name.
Christopher Street was a gay arts and culture magazine published in New York in the 70s and 80s. The UA library had a subscription to it, and I copied the article on Joan Baez. It was a great article, filled with photos and lots of interesting quotes. Unfortunately, the photocopy I made way back when faded over time, and for years I’ve been looking to replace it with an original copy of the magazine. I was finally able to purchase a copy of the magazine in March, 2021.
This is one of the creepiest movies I’ve ever seen. Released on 8/15/79.
Slow Train Coming, Dylan’s first gospel record, was released on August 20, 1979.
This album was well recorded and sounds just great.
I continued taking classes in psychology, since that was my major, but I also took several elective courses in literature, and did better in those classes than I did in psychology. The weight training course was fun too, and by the end of the semester, I was looking rather buff, and feeling very good about it.
I loved this album. It was released in August, 1979.
I love this song.

John and I lived in an apartment on Elm St just east of Tucson Blvd. for a short while, but we left because some guy walked by our front window one afternoon, glanced over, and saw us kissing on the couch, and it freaked him out. Later that night, he showed up again, sounding very drunk and very angry, yelling at us at the top of his lungs to come outside. He wanted to kill us, or so it felt. John and I were fearful for our lives. The next day the landlords asked us to leave.  We could have protested, but we feared for our safety. We got out of there as fast as we could, and moved into a guest house on S. Warren, a couple of blocks south of Broadway near Campbell, that belonged to another gay man, and things felt much safer there. As I’ve said once already, being gay back then was sure a lot different from what it’s like now.

John and I at his staff picnic at Randolph Park, Autumn, 1979.
Playing volleyball in the park.
It was a fun day…

Being 10 years apart had its disadvantages, but was also beneficial in many ways. I was very happy and in love. John had a lot of friends and over time, they’d become my friends too. These guys were usually several years older than me, and I learned a lot about gay history and culture from them. We saw lots of movies together, including The Rose, La Cage Aux Folles, and the Rocky Horror Picture show.

This was such a fun movie! The original…
I think I saw this at the Loft on 6th St. It played there on Friday nights at midnight and had a big cult following.
Dennis Krenek was a friend of John’s with whom I remained close even after John and I split up. He was an occupational therapist, and I interned with him at the Southern Arizona Mental Health Center while in college. He died of AIDS in 1986.
Aretha Franklin, La Diva. Released September 6, 1979.
Honey I need Your Love, written by Lady Soul. The groove is great, the lyrics are so so.

By this time, I was also a big Aretha Franklin fan, and was starting to acquire as many albums of hers as possible. She started out recording for Columbia Records in the very early 60’s and then switched to the Atlantic label in 1967, the year she hit it big with her single, “Respect”. This recording, her last for the Atlantic label, was released in early September, and was a major flop. It would take a change in management and record labels and a few more years for Aretha to bounce back from what was considered a low point in her recording career. This album included two disco songs that didn’t go anywhere at all, lending creedence to the popular phrase, “disco sucks”.

Light in August by William Faulkner, was one of the novels I was assigned to read in my class, “Major American Writers”. It was a very difficult novel to read, but in the end it all made sense. Faulkner’s approach is to use multiple narrators with storylines that jump back and forth in time. Ohe has to have patrience at first, because the story is so complex. I’m glad I read this book.
This album, released in September, 1979, is fantastic. Bonoff wrote several songs that Linda Ronstadt recorded for her album “Hasten Down the Wind”, including “Try Me Again” and “Lose Again”.
This is just one of many great tunes on this album.

John was a big music buff too, and he loved jazz and Frank Sinatra. He turned me on to singers like Sarah Vaughan, Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday, and I too became a big fan, (but I drew the line at Sinatra. I couldn’t stand him). We also listened to new music like Pink Floyd’s The Wall, Supertramp’s Breakfast in America, Bat Out of Hell, by Meatloaf, and the recent album by The Cars. I still loved my Bob Dylan, however, and bought Slow Train Coming as soon as it came out. In December, one of John’s friends got us front row seats to see Dylan live at the Tucson Community Center Music Hall. It was an incredible show, with some very talented musicians. Dylan played all of the songs from Slow Train Coming, and the singers he had with him were amazing as they belted out one gospel tune after another.

Once John introduced me to her music, I fell in love with Lady Day, and began to collect all of her recordings.
I fell in love with her and learned all I could about her within a short span of time. It kept me busy!
This article came out on September 13, 1979 in the Arizona Daily Star. It features my high school teacher and friend, Jane Cruz and her bookstore, Campana Books.
I loved this bookstore. I even worked there briefly one summer.
Released on October 2, 1979, this Bob Marley album remains my favorite of all. The song that follows is also my favorite.
The first National Gay Rights March on Washington drew between 75,000 and 125,000 participants. The goal of the march was to bring attention to the fight for equal rights and protection against discrimination for gay people.
She was the best disco diva of them all. This recording is filled with one hit after another. Released on 10-15-79.
We just had to see this movie when it came out in early November. Bette Midler was idolized within the gay world.
A review of Dylan’s December 9th show. I was in the 2nd row! Wow!
The Clash were exceptional. I usually didn’t listen to punk or anything too hardcore sounding, but their politics were spot on. This was released on 12/14/79.
My grades were continuing to improve, and by the end of the semester, I had enough credits to move from sophomore status to junior status. I was on my way!
Released on 12/19/79. A great film with incomparable actors.
John turned me on to Sarah Vaughan. These were recorded in August and September, and soon thereafter released. I bought both albums sometime in 1980, I believe, after John and I broke up.

By the end of the year, John and I had lived together for almost five months. We were both very busy. I was working and going to school, and John had two jobs. We clearly loved each other, but it wasn’t all perfect, however, and the relationship had its rocky moments. John was sometimes bossy and moody, and I had a hard time standing up for myself at times. Nevertheless, my dream to have a “lover” had come true, and we did have a great time together. I was happy, and did well in school and continued to work at Fry’s as the year came to a close.

My cousin Tish sent this Christmas card to me from California. When she came to town for my grandmother’s funeral at the beginning of the year, I asked her about the Harvey Milk assassination, which had just occurred the previous November. She told me she had attended the vigil for him and said there were thousands of people there, all with candles lit, and that it was a beautiful sight. She was one of the only family members who knew I was gay at the time.

Harvey Milk vigil, San Francisco.

Overall, 1979 ended on a high note, as things were going well with John and me. I had new friends too, that included Dennis Krenek, Leonard Brown and his partner, Virgil, and others such as Kidd, Leonor and Shirley. These were all people that John had introduced me to, and they were all very nice.  My old friends Richard and his brother Albert were still around too and I’d hook up with them occasionally, but John and I didn’t hang out with them together much at all.

My Life Story: 1978

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This was the year I started accepting myself as a gay man. Many changes took place this particular year.
I turned 19 on January 15. Legal drinking age…in Arizona.

As soon as I turned 19, I was given a promotion at Fry’s. I went from carryout to cashier/stocker, and the pay was much better. These were my work tools. I can’t tell you how many boxes I opened and cans I priced while working for this company or how many groceries I checked out. I was pretty fast too! I lasted 10 years with the company, and got vested, so now I receive a small pension check every month. Thanks to the United Food and Commercial Workers Union!

I began the school year by moving into a dorm. The building above is called The Apache-Santa Cruz Residence Hall. It was located just west of the UA Stadium and north of 6th St. I had a French roommate. I think his name was Pierre. I didn’t last very long there, and ended up moving back home halfway through the semester.
I really enjoyed most of my classes, especially Elementary Italian, Classical guitar for the General Student, and a psychology class called Normal Personality. The other two were okay too.
I still have this book. I was already playing guitar by the time I took this class and even had private lessons at one point. I did well in this course, and was developing quite a repertoire of folk songs.

This was the text for my class titled “Normal Personality”. It was really a course on transactional analysis, a humanistic form of psychology that was in some ways a takeoff on Freudian psychology. Instead of the id, the ego and the superego, T.A. talked about the “parent, the adult and the child” being the driving forces in people’s psyches. The teacher was good, but not pro-gay, unfortunately. Still, I loved the class.

Released in January, 1978. Another great album by Emmylou Harris. I have most of her recordings.
This is one of three posters that I would have up on the walls of my apartment. I moved out of my parents house sometime in the summer.
Released on January 25, 1978. Renaldo and Clara was a film Dylan made during his Rolling Thunder Revue tour three years earlier. I saw this at the Loft Cinema when it played later in the summer. The Loft was still on 6th St. The movie was initially 232 minutes long, but got cut to 112 minutes because of poor reception by the public. I was in heaven the whole time.
I just love this poster!
A clip from the Renaldo and Clara movie, this song, Romance in Durango, first appeared on the album “Desire”.
Released on February 15, 1978. What a powerful film. Jane Fonda is amazing.
My niece Belisa’s daughter Estrella. She was the most adorable baby! She was born on February 27th.
Estrella brought everyone a great deal of joy. She was a gorgeous baby.
Linda Ronstadt on the cover of Hit Parader Magazine, March 1978.
I saw this by myself at a local movie theater. Released on March 5, 1978.
March 6, 1978. The day I decided to walk into a gay bar for the very first time. This was the bar. My life would never be the same.

I was living in the dorm at this time, and was so depressed, I seriously thought about ending my life. Pushed to the edge, I finally decided that I wanted to live, and that I was going to at least explore what being gay meant. What I really wanted was to find a friend, someone I could get to know and have a relationship with. I also wanted to have fun. I knew that Jeckyll’s was a gay bar, but I had never been in one before. It was located at the intersection of Drachman and Oracle Rd., and I drove around it several times, but then went back home. I drove back and forth again a couple of times before I finally decided to enter the place. I had no idea what to expect. On this particular night, the bar was showing a movie. I got myself a beer, and I met a nice looking guy who was sitting at the bar having a drink. We started talking and we hit it off. His name was Bill and he was visiting from Yuma. We then went to sit down to watch the movie, and soon began to make out in front of a lot of other people. I really didn’t care at that point. I was completely swept away by the guy and the desire I felt. We later went to his hotel room at the MacArthur Hotel, a real dump of a place, and messed around. It had been the first time I’d ever done anything sexual since I was 15. I absolutely loved it. Later at work, someone, a “straight” guy who was in the audience at the movie with his girlfriend that night saw me making out with the guy I was with, and I found out a while later that he told everyone at Fry’s that I was queer. Wow, what luck, and on my first night out! That really messed me up. I even had a falling out with my best friend for a while because he continued being friends with the guy who outed me. I felt betrayed, and it took a long time to let the grudge I had developed go. Being outed didn’t stop me, however, from continuing to go out and meeting other people. I felt liberated and free, and felt like I was finally starting to really live.

It was the height of the disco era. This bar–Jeckyll’s: The Last Culture, had one of the best dance floors in town and would host weekly drag shows and movie nights with spaghetti dinners. I went there often and had a great time. By this time I was of legal drinking age and was starting to “party” regularly, as they say.
This song first appeared in 1977 on the soundtrack to “Saturday Night Fever”. It was released as a single in the Spring of 78, peaking in May at number one.

Shortly after I decided to start going out, I visited Jane, my teacher and friend from Salpointe, and I came out to her as bisexual. I guess I wasn’t quite yet ready to admit that I was gay. It took several years to embrace that fully. I wrote the following in my journal. The guy Bill was my psychology teacher at the time.

Or so I thought…

This is one of several books I bought that helped me understand gay psychology, history and culture.
Here was another gay title I devoured. Others included “Loving Someone Gay”, “Lavendar Culture” and “Rubyfruit Jungle”. I was a voracious reader, exploring a whole new world.

Although I would not always remain so positive and upbeat, during the first month of my life as a gay man I was incredibly happy. I celebrated my new freedom in the following journal entry.

This was one of the very first jazz performances I’d ever seen live. I attended this on either April 13th or 14th with my former high school teacher, Ron Cruz.
My Aunt Dora visited Tucson sometime in the Spring. Here she is with my mom, my grandmother, my Aunt Mary and my Uncle Donato.
My cousin Tish and my dad in our kitchen at home. She came with her mom and dad to visit us.
What a wonderful film! Released on 4/26/78.
Love this guy.
By this time, I was used to getting C’s. My grades would eventually improve once I changed my focus from psychology to sociology my junior and senior years.
When my aunt Dora was visiting, I asked her if I could go visit her in San Francisco. She said yes. Just as I had done the year before, as soon as the semester ended, I bought a ticket and I hopped on to a Greyhound bus and took it all the way to San Francisco. My family wasn’t thrilled that I was going there. One of my older brothers, in particular, got very concerned. He knew San Francisco was a gay mecca and maybe suspected that I was on a pilgrimage…
I loved this trip. I looked forward to going to the gay bars, but once I got there, I learned that the legal drinking age in California was 21, not 19. So much for all the “fun” I was planning on having. I did have fun, nevertheless. My cousin Susie took me everywhere. I had a wonderful experience.
My aunt and uncle drove us all to Sausalito. Crossing the bridge to the north end of the Bay was a memorable moment.
My cousin Susie and me at the Museum in Golden Gate Park. She was a karate expert and a big music fan. She took me to see several concerts. We also went dancing in San Jose to a “youth” club that allowed under age young adults in to dance and we saw the disco-themed movie, “Thank God It’s Friday”. When it ended I said to myself, Thank God It’s Over… he he he.
My uncle Armando and aunt Dora were gracious hosts and even helped me rent a car.
The Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park.
That’s me drinking a beer and being silly in a park in Woodside, CA, south of San Francisco.
This was a great show. I wasn’t very familiar with Rufus or Chaka Khan at the time, but they were amazing. I later became a huge Chaka Khan fan.
I’m sure she sang this one at the concert.
Cousin Susie took me to see this movie. It was okay.
This song was a humungus hit and was featured in the movie, “Thank God It’s Friday”.
One of the highlights of my trip was going to Stanford University to see Joan Baez perform at the outdoor amphitheater, on Sunday, June 4, 1978. I took these photos. Man, I sure wish I’d brought a better camera. She was fabulous. The highlight for me was hearing her sing Matty Groves, and then The Altar Boy and the Thief. I was in heaven that day!
It was a gorgeous day and the setting for this concert was just beautiful.
Joan sang this song at the concert with just her guitar. It was perfect and it meant a lot to me.
I got to explore the city on my own during the day a couple of times and I wandered all over the place, from one end of the city to the other. It’s a good thing I was in pretty good shape. I walked my butt off.
I just loved the outdoor music performances . This was an Irish duo performing in Ghirardelli Square.
I enjoyed Fisherman’s Wharf.

While I was in the Fisherman’s Wharf area, I decided to eat a sandwich and buy some sourdough bread for my aunt and uncle. As I was eating my lunch, two nice looking, well dressed guys in their twenties came up to me and struck up a conversation. They asked if I was by myself and if I had a place to stay. I told them I was just visiting from out of town and enjoying the sites. We engaged in small talk for a few minutes, and then suddenly, they invited me to have dinner with them, and they gave me a postcard with a sketch of their house on it that included the address. I wondered if they were gay, and I took the postcard but didn’t commit to anything. When I went back to my aunt’s house, I mentioned to my cousin that I had met these guys and that they were very nice and had invited me to dinner. She shook her head at me and suggested that I not go, because “there were all kinds of kooks in the city”. I ended up not going, and boy, I’m sure glad I didn’t. A month or so later, I was flipping through People magazine and I noticed a copy of the postcard these guys had given me. It was included in an article some guy had written about his undercover experience with a cult called the Moonies. Then it dawned on me. Those guys were trying to recruit me to become a Moonie! Man, that sure was a close call. Since I’ve been putting my life story in pictures together, I thought about that postcard and wished that I had kept it. After searching for it on the internet without any luck, I finally found a citation to the article, and was able to buy a copy of People Magazine that included the photo of the postcard. Here it is, the infamous Moonie House.

The infamous Moonie House. I came very close to entering its doors. Thank goodness I didn’t.
There were used bookstores all over the place. I bought this at one of them.
I found this book in a thrift store somewhere in the city. Joan Baez was a leading advocate of non-violence and she married a guy who burned his draft card. I started to study non-violence around this time, and became fascinated with Gandhi’s teachings especially.
While I never made it to the Castro district, I did find my way to Polk Street, which was another gay neighborhood in the city. I went to a bookstore/gift shop there and bought the pamphlet below. My liberal leanings were beginning to get stronger and I was becoming more interested in social movements and social change.
I bought a bunch of postcards that I sill have. At one point, I had them all on my wall in my apartment.
When my sister Becky stayed with Aunt Dora in the 60’s, she became interested in the Beat movement and had bought a bunch of paperbacks such as the one above. She left them in San Francisco, and my aunt let me bring some of them home when I visted 12 years later.
My friend Richard and I both bought this album, released on June 9, 1978. The Stones came to Tucson at around this time in 1978, and Linda Ronstadt got on stage and performed Tumbling Dice with them. Unfortunately, I missed the show. It would be many years before I got to see this band live.
I just love this song!
Released June 15, 1978. This was another album that Richard and I both bought. We loved it, and would soon get to see Dylan live at the McHale Memorial Center on the UA campus.
I never could quite figure this song or many of the others on this album out, but I just love them anyway. The entire album is included here.
Gay Freedom Day, San Francisco, June 25, 1978. I missed it by about three weeks. I’ve since been to several gay pride parades in San Francisco. There’s nothing like them. Fun, fun, fun!
This was my apartment. It had one room a closet area, a bathroom and a kitchen. The bed was what is called a Murphy bed, one that was stored in a closet during the day. I loved this little place. It was about 4 blocks south of the University on Highland Ave
I wrote a lot at this point in my life. Most of the poetry I composed was pretty awful, but I enjoyed writing it anyway. The poems and my journal writing helped me sort things out a lot of the time.
I read a lot this particular year. There was so much to learn about being gay…
The disco dance floor at places like the Last Culture and the Joshua Tree, another local gay bar, became my home away from home. I had a dance partner named Dolores at the time, who lived next door to the Last Culture at the Tucson House. She was an older black lady in her 60s. Boy, she sure could move! We didn’t do the fancy stuff, where you swing and twirl your partner around and around; we just free formed it and had blast. I didn’t buy any disco albums at the time and never let on to my straight, hip friends that I liked disco. I didn’t, really. I just liked to dance.
This was one of the best songs of the disco era.
From an article on disco and fashion, July 7, 1978, Tucson Citizen.
Linda Ronstadt joined the Rolling Stones on July 21, 1978 at the Tucson Community Center arena for a raucous version of “Tumbling Dice”. I wish I had been there!
This was a very positive, helpful book.
From my journal on August 16, 1978. I had forgotten that I wanted to be a librarian this early in my school career. It took a while, but I finally did get a master’s degree in Library Science, in 1986.
My cousin Tony-o was a couple of years older than me. His family lived in Oracle. He was killed in an auto accident on the road between Oracle and San Manuel. His was the first death that really had an impact on me.
I enjoyed this immensely. This was a very popular book in the lgbt community, especially among lesbians.
12 units of courses was perfect, as I was still working part-time. I loved Chicano Studies, and had there been a Mexican American Studies major available at the time, I would have selected that as my main area of study. I got burned out on Psychology by the start of my sophomore year.
Required reading for my Introduction to Western Civilization class with Dr. Donohue. He was old school for sure!
My sister Irene with her son Anthony, who was born in September, ’78, and her granddaughter Estrella. Anthony is Estrella’s uncle, but she is 7 months older than he is.
Released on September 19, 1978. Another platinum release.
This wonderful film premiered on October 25, 1978. I’ve watched it countless times.
One of my neighbors gave me the Joni Mitchell album, Miles of Aisles, and I used to listen to it along with Ladies of the Canyon and Blue alot when I lived in my little bungalow. I had a giant console stereo at the time that had just one good speaker. Oh, the good old days…I just love Joni Mitchell.
It was hard to pick just one tune to include here, but this one is special.
These photos of Joni Mitchell are by Henry Diltz. He took them for the 1978 book, “California Rock, California Sound”. The photos also appeared in a magazine called “Ampersand”, which sometimes came out as a supplement in the Arizona Daily Wildcat. I still have my copy of the newspaper. Joni appeared on the cover and gave her first interview in four years.
The book, “California Rock, California Sound” also features Linda Ronstadt, Jackson Browne and the Eagles, among others. It is filled with lots of gorgeous photos. The interview with Joni Mitchell covers Joni’s relationship with Charles Mingus and discusses her move toward playing more jazz. The album “Mingus” would be released less than a year later. It got a very mixed reception.
I was on campus when this airplane crashed near the University on October 26, 1978. It was horrifying. The plane crashed right next to Mansfeld Junior High in a football practice field. There were some casualties, but it could’ve been much worse. It was a sad day indeed.

By this point, I had met several guys, and after while I figured out that just because you sleep with someone and fall for them, it doesn’t mean they love you in return. I realized that there was more to life than just sex. I wanted someone I could relate to, someone I could spend time with and connect with. I had also met a couple of women and had sex with them too by this point. One minute I was happy being gay, the next I was forcing myself to try going in the other direction. This pattern would continue up through my mid-20s. Deep down, I never “wanted” to be gay and while I accepted it to a degree, I continued to fight it, again and again. It was just crazy. Being gay in 1978 was not what being gay is like today. It was a huge deal, and very controversial. I couldn’t be completely “out”. No way. I hid my sexuality from my family and my friends, with very few exceptions. I was living a secret life, and it got me down a lot of the time.

Even so, I decided that this was indeed, my life, and that I would live it as I chose. This was my theme song. It was released on October 28, 1978.

I really did want to be less closeted, and even joined a new gay group on campus, but the fear of being outed, beaten up or even killed was all too real for many of the students. At one point, I expressed the opinion that we should be more visible, and a fellow student stated, “what, you want us to go out there and hold hands in public or something? Are you crazy?” One of the activities this group sponsored was movie viewings. We all sat in the living room of someone’s house one night and saw the documentary, “Word Is Out”. It was very inspiring, but it didn’t change things for us locally. Just two years earlier, a guy named Richard Heakin, was visiting from the Midwest and was murdered by some teenage guys outside the Stonewall bar on N. 1st, a gay bar that later became one of my watering holes, The Joshua Tree/Back Pocket. The memory of that murder was likely still on a lot of people’s minds. Heakin’s murderers were let off easily, but the City of Tucson soon thereafter passed the first civil rights, anti-discrimination ordinance in the country, which provided a number of protections for members of the local gay community.

Word Is Out, a classic gay documentary film, was released in November 1977.

October, 1978. I never bought Playboy, but since it was Dolly on the cover, I just had to buy this one. Diva worship, you know.
This is the second poster that I had on my walls in my little one room apartment. I loved discovering Dolly’s older albums during my shopping adventures. She had been recording since the late 60s, and there were plenty of albums to collect.
Dylan performed at the McKale Memorial Center on November 19, 1978. I attended the concert with my friend Richard. Over the past year, we got to see him in the films Renaldo and Clara and the Last Waltz, and he put out a new album, Street Legal. Seeing him in concert live was the icing on the cake. We both were crazy about Dylan at this time in our lives. He could do no wrong, not matter what the critics said.
Assassinated November 27, 1978. I had just been in San Francisco a few months earlier. This was a very sad and tragic moment in American history.
SFO Museum Exhibition; “Moscone, Milk Shot to Death” November 27, 1978 San Francisco ExaminerHarvey Milk Archives-Scott Smith Collection,James C. Hormel LGBTQIA Center, SFPL R2020.0602.019
A huge silent vigil was held shortly after the assassination took place. Violence would fill the streets a few months later when Dan White, Milk’s killer was given a mild sentence for the murders he committed.
I had a solid B average this semester. I got to the point where I felt I needed a break.
James Baldwin was writing about being gay back in the 50s and 60s. What a brave man.
This was the third poster I had in my cottage on Highland. Linda, Dolly and Emmylou have been lifelong heroes of mine, and I still have most of their recordings.
I thought it was a great show, but some critics panned it. Some of my friends thought Linda had become too commercial by the late 70s. I remained a faithful fan for life, however.
From the 1978 release, Living in the USA…
This, novel about gay life in San Francisco was published in 1978. I read the entire series.

My sister Becky came home for Christmas, and it was  joyous occasion. We had a number of family get-togethers. The photos included here bring back wonderful memories of her visit with us.  She promised that she’d soon come back home permanently, but it took another two years before that happened.

My brothers John, Carlos, Rudy, Fred, Me, Mom, Dad and Becky.
Becky, Elaine and Charles.
Becky and Fred.
Becky with Gabie, Mark and Valerie, Charles’ children.

Wow, what a year! I managed to complete another year of school while working part time. My wages this year ($7,000+) increased significantly when I started cashiering and stocking. I came out to myself in March, became sexually active, starting dating men (and a few women), and going out a lot; I went to San Francisco, saw Bob Dylan for the very first time and saw Joan Baez again, fell in and out of love a few times, and lived on my own in my own space for half the year. As the new year approached, my hope was to find a steady boyfriend (or girlfriend) and to take a little break from school. I was beginning to sour on psychology as a future profession, and needed to think about what I really wanted to study, so I decided to just work as much as possible at the grocery store the following semester and take some time to think about the direction I wanted my education to take.

Joan performed in San Francisco in an outdoor concert on December 24, 1978. I just stumbled upon this concert (5/22/21) and decided to add it. I had seen her earlier in the year in Palo Alto. Harvey Milk had just been assassinated a month earlier and the Jim Jones related mass suicides had also just occurred. It was a sad time for San Francisco. Joan was gracious and put on this free outdoor show for the people of the city.

My life Story: 1977

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1977
“Two roads diverged into a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference”–Robert Frost.
A poster just like this one used to hang on the wall of my bedroom at home the year I started college.

All in all, 1977 was a milestone year. I completed my first year of college while working all the while (earning $2,348 for the year), I went to New York by myself, I learned how to drive, opened my own bank account, and I moved out of my parents’ house.

Included in this post are events that meant something to me. By this point in my life, I considered myself a bit of a bohemian with a politcally radical bent, and began to shy away from a lof of stuff that was super popular in American culture. I acknowledge that there were several other key events that occurred this particular year that aren’t included here, but they didn’t really impact me nor was I interested in them. I wasn’t interested in seeing Star Wars, for example, nor did I care much for Saturday Night Fever or Donna Summer, even though I loved to dance. Also, Elvis died this year, but I was never a big fan. My sister had told me that he once said that he didn’t like Mexicans, that he’d rather date a dog before he dated a Mexican girl. That was enough to keep me away. As far as I was concerned, he was a second rate singer who ripped off the music of the Black community and made tons of money in the process.

The first important decision I ever made in my life was to attend Salpointe. Choosing to leave Salpointe early to attend the University of Arizona was the second most important decision. I was 17 when I started at the U of A. I lived at home, and had a job at Fry’s Food Stores as a carry out clerk. My friends Richard, Sylvia, Rose and Terri were still all away at college. It didn’t matter, however. I was going to college too!

It was a new beginning in Washington too!
Signing up for classes meant having to stand in long lines in the Gittings Building and Bear Down gym with hundreds of other students.

My classes started on January 13, two days before my 18th birthday. I had initially signed up for five classes. They included Freshman English, The Chicano in American Society (Sociology 71), An Introduction to Anthropology, An Introduction to Logic and Mexican American Literature. 15 units was a lot to handle, especially given that I worked half time at the grocery store, so I quickly decided to drop the Mexican American literature class because it would be taught all in Spanish, and I had a feeling I would struggle with it, even though I had just taken the Spanish proficiency exam and had passed it with flying colors. My friend Richard’s sister Ana was in my sociology class, which made things easier, as I didn’t really have many friends around when I started at the UofA. I really liked my Freshman English teacher, Sally Perper, who was a former journalist. I wrote an essay on the Rolling Thunder Revue tour that brought Bob Dylan and Joan Baez together again and I got an “A” on it. I did pretty well overall in all of my English and literature courses. I could’ve been an English major.

I had also found a job at the University of Arizona Library at the beginning of the semester. A woman named Jeannette Bahr, who had worked at Salpointe the previous Fall semester, helped me get the position. Her husband, Steve Bahr, managed the Library’s Media Center, and my job was to staff the front service counter, to re-shelve materials and to clean filmstrips and records. I didn’t last very long, because I really didn’t like it, and because the staff that worked there weren’t very nice to me, so by March I had quit. Working at Fry’s was sufficient, and taking all those classes kept me quite busy.

The new UA Library, 1977.
Interior of the new library.
I could always count on my sister to remember my birthday.
The first page of the syllabus for the sociology class, “The Chicano In American Society”. This was my favorite class.
Dr. Juarez didn’t stay at the UofA, but went on to teach in Texas. Too bad. He was a great teacher.

I loved this book.
This one was good too!
This series first aired in January, 1977. I watched what I could, but had to work most nights, so I missed a lot of it. Many years later, I later got to meet Alex Haley in person.
After the death of Richard Heakin, less than a year before, on February 7, 1977, a little over a year before I came out, The City Council passed the nation’s first anti-discrimination ordinance protecting gay people from discrimination.
This was a great show. A friend of mine went to Russia a few years later and brought me back a balalaika.
Linda made the cover of TIME! Wow!
I bought this when it came out early in the year. I love Janis Ian.

The full album is available on Youtube. You can listen to it here too:

I began to buy lots of music recordings once I started my job at Fry’s the previous year. I had a great time exploring all the used and new record stores and spent a lot of money on albums. I loved the folk singers from the 60s especially, and a variety of contemporary male and female pop vocalists. I wasn’t crazy about hard rock, funk or disco, which became all the rage when I was in college. Around this time, I bought albums by Joni Mitchell, Judy Collins, Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, Linda Ronstadt, James Taylor, Rita Coolidge, and Janis Ian. When Janis Ian came to town, I went to her concert. I particularly liked the opening act, Tom Chapin, brother of Harry Chapin, but both performers were amazing. I also attended a Russian balalaika concert with my friend Ana around this time.

Another wonderful show.
Rita Coolidge had several big hits on this album, including Higher and Higher, and We’re All Alone. She’s another one that I just absolutely love.
Love this song…

In late March, my brother Fred got married. I was a member of the wedding party, and my sister Becky came home from New Jersey for the occasion. My mom was feeling a lot better by 1977, and she participated as well. Many relatives from out of town also showed up, and we had a wonderful time. The wedding was held at St. Ambrose Church, and the reception took place at the Fireman’s Union Hall. There was food galore and a live band. The after party took place at my brother Carlos’s house and it lasted until the wee hours of the morning. I should’ve had my hair cut for the occasion, but never got around to it. The best part of the whole thing was having my sister Becky home. I told her I wanted to go visit her once the school semester ended. It was a promise I was to keep. May was just around the corner.

My mom and dad, with my brother Rudy’s daughter, Yvonne, at Fred’s wedding.
Mom, me and my sister Becky.
Elaine, Charles and my Dad
My wedding partner and I. What cheesy smiles. I’ve since forgotten her name.
My dad and all his siblings at Fred’s wedding. They would soon be together again in Needles where another group photo of them came out in the local paper.
I wrote a lot in my journal this particular year. This is a snippet of some of it.

Working and going to school kept me quite busy. At home, I finally had my own bedroom and desk so that I could study. Life was never peaceful at home as people were always coming and going, but I managed. My grades were okay. The semester flew right by and I ended up with a solid “B” average.

My first college report card.
The great Joan Crawford, one of Hollywood’s leading ladies of the Golden age of cinema, died at the age of 69 on May 10, 1977

On Thursday, May 12, at around 8:30pm, I was reading a novel titled Saint Francis, by Nikos Kazantzakis at Winchell’s Donut shop on 22nd street. I was the only customer in the store, and suddenly a guy appeared with a gun, and he robbed the place. I knew something was up, and dared not make a move. I sat perfectly still with this book in my hands pretending to read it. When the guy had left and the cops arrived the clerk informed them that the robber had his gun pointed at me. I had no idea because I was seated facing the back wall.

I wanted to be just like him. He was my hero.

Once school was over, I decided it was time to keep my promise and go see my sister in New Jersey. Greyhound Bus Lines was advertising $100 round-trip tickets to anywhere in the USA, so I decided that is how I would get to the New York area. Becky lived in a small town called Cranford, New Jersey, just outside of Newark, which was just 20 minutes away from New York City. It would take me two and a half days to get there and two and a half days to return. The route on the way there took me through the South, all the way through Texas to Arkansas, Tennessee,  Virginia, Delaware, Pennsylvania and finally New Jersey. The route home cut through the middle of Pennsyvania to Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, to Tucson. While my parents didn’t like that I’d be traveling alone, I was up to the challenge and felt completely fearless. Now that I think back on it, a lot of stuff could’ve gone wrong, but I made it there and back with no problems at all.

It cost me $100 round trip to go to New York and back.

The things that stick out for me on the trip to New York included a stop in a town called Van Horn, Texas, where the jukebox included a couple of songs by Emmylou Harris. I was just thrilled to be able to play her music on a jukebox in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. The songs I played were from her recent album, Luxury Liner. I think I played two songs, but can’t remember both, although I know for sure that the title of one of them was “You’re Supposed to Be Feeling Good”. I also remember how long it took to get through Texas and how boring most of it was. A couple of passengers who sat next to me at various points turned out to be born again Christians and they both tried to “save” me, but I was a good Catholic kid, and wouldn’t buy what they had to offer. Once we finally got to the eastern side of the state, things began to change, and there were rolling hills and short, stumpy trees everywhere. Arkansas was pretty lush too, but by then it had started to get dark and I couldn’t see much by that point. As we headed into Memphis and then Nashville the following morning, I became awestruck at how beautiful and green everything was. I’d never seen such beautiful countryside in all my life, especially in Tennessee. The mist just hung in the air, all the way to the ground, and there were miles and miles of lush, green hills and trees all around. When we got to Nashville, I ordered breakfast at the Greyhound station restaurant, and it was the first time I’d ever tasted grits. I had no idea what to expect, and I must admit, I disliked them immediately. They probably would’ve tasted much better with some butter and salt, but I had no idea what to do with them. Yuck. I still don’t like them.

Van Horn is about 2 hours east of El Paso and 7 1/2 hours west of Dallas. If you blink, you miss it.

The trip from Tennessee through Virginia was quite scenic. We arrived in Washginton DC late at night, and it was one of the only times I felt scared and out of place. I was in need of a bath, and felt itchy and uncomfortable. I was also carrying too much stuff, including a styrofoam ice chest that my parents had packed full of food for me. The food was all gone by the time I got to DC, so I ditched the ice chest and felt much better. The rest of the trip was okay. I remember that Delaware was just beautiful with lots of farms and lush green countryside everywhere.

The countryside was absolutely gorgeous.
Best known as being the home of “The Boss”, Bruce Springsteen.

When I got to Newark, I was expecting my sister’s husband to be there waiting for me, but he was nowhere to be found. I waited for what seemed an eternity, and it was the second time I felt frightened. What else could I do but wait?  It was pretty creepy, but Paco, my sister’s husband, eventually showed up, and all was well. We drove straight to Cranford, and there was my sister Becky waiting for me.

How I ended up with this is beyond me…
I didn’t get to go to the Statue of Liberty on this trip, but I bought this postcard while I was there in New York.
New York City in 1977 was a wild place indeed. 42nd St was filled with all kinds of interesting people!
42nd St.

My sister and her husband pulled out all the stops for me and for a whole week, took me all over the place. We went to New York City at least twice  and had Chinese food in Chinatown, and Italian food in Little Italy. We went up to the top of the Empire State Building, to Times Square  and St. Patrick’s Cathedral. I even got them to take me to Greenwich Village to find Gerde’s Folk City, the club where Bob Dylan first played in the early 1960s and where he met Joan Baez. That was a real thrill. They also took me for a long drive down the Jersey shore to Asbury Park, and then to Menlo Park, the home of Thomas Alva Edison. We also ate at the best restaurant I’ve ever been to, a seafood place called Long John’s, Ltd. It was incredible. I’ll never forget that meal.

Going up to the top was one of the highlights of my trip.
We ate at an Italian cafeteria, where I had the best deep dish pizza I’ve ever tasted.
Gerde’s Folk City, where Bob Dylan first performed when he arrived in New York.
St Patrick’s Cathedral. What a beautiful church!
Long John’s Ltd.
The most amazing restaurant I’ve ever been to.
We visited the famous arcade. My sister’s husband knew Bruce Springsteen and she got to meet him once at the Stone Pony, where he used to perform.
There were lots of farms and rolling hills everywhere in Pennsylvania, but it took forever to get through the state.
It took forever to get through this state too. Don’t remember much but a lot of corn fields and some trees.
We crossed the Mississippi twice, of course, first at Memphis and then at St. Louis.

The trip home was not as exciting as the trip to New York. Pennsylvania is a beautiful state, but I have to admit that Ohio, Indiana and Illinois were almost as boring as Texas. There were nothing but cornfields everywhere, it seemed, and it took forever to get through it all. But, all in all, I had a wonderful time. I’ll never forget that trip. I’ve been to New York only one other time since then, and would love to go back again for another visit. There’s still so much I want to see!

It was good to be home after two and a half days on the road without a shower.
I was on my way to see my sister Becky at this time in New Jersey. Had I arrived a couple days earlier, I might have been able to see this show. Oh well. I got to Ms. Baez almost exactly two months later in Tucson. I did keep a copy of the review of this show that I got when I was in New York.
I saved this review from the New York Daily News. I stumbled upon it when I was visiting my sister Becky in New Jersey. Joan performed in the city on May 25 and 26 while I was on the road headed to New Jersey, so I didn’t get to see her concert. This review came out on May 28.
Had I stayed at Salpointe, this would’ve been my graduation too. Sylvia was an exchange student and a friend of the Cruz’s. I was in New York when this event took place.
I saw this film with my friends Richard, Ronnie and Sandy. It was hilarious and so bad and nasty. The ad appeared in the Arizona Daily Star, on June 17, 1977.
She dedicated this song to Stevie Wonder. One of my faves.

During the summer, I attended my very first Joan Baez concert. She had just released a new album titled “Blowin’ Away”. It was different from most of her other albums in that many of the songs were played to the accompaniment of a rock band. I went to the show with my dear friend Rose, and we had a great time. I was totally in love with Joan Baez, and would remain an ardent fan for life. This was the first of many of her concerts that I would attend.

July 16, 1977 review in the Arizona Daily Star.
I bought this album soon after its release in June. I love, “Bartender Blues”, the duet he does with Linda Ronstadt and the song “Handyman”, which was a big hit for Taylor.
Linda Ronstadt sings harmony on the George Jones inspired honky tonk tune.
I paid for my first semester’s tuition myself, but was able to get financial assistance soon thereafter.

 I also took a class during the summer, my first psychology course. I wanted to major in psychology, and I did well in the class, but my enthusiasm for the subject would eventually fade and my grades in the next couple of psychology courses would drop. My buddy Richard was home from college, and I helped get him a job at Fry’s. He ended up not going back to Colorado, but enrolling at the U of A. It was good to have him back home. While we weren’t as close as we were in high school, we remained the best of friends over the years. 

My first psychology class. I didn’t do as well in subsequent courses. I later came to regret majoring in this area of study, but I got through it nevertheless.
“Simple Things” by Carole King was released on July 1, 1977. My friend Sylvia and I would listen to it a lot. This is a very “spiritual” album, but many critics panned it at the time.
The title song. It packed a lot of meaning for me at the time.

I was very “religious” 18 year old during this point in my life, and I was still battling my attraction to men. I thought if I prayed hard enough and was a good person, it would all go away, and I’d find me a nice girl to marry. Ha! That didn’t happen. What I did end up doing was falling for another guy. This time, he was an older man in his late 30’s, married with children my age and younger, who worked at the grocery store. His name was Jim. He was the sweetest person one could ever meet, and was very kind and generous to me. He was from Missouri and had been in the Air Force. He even liked Joan Baez. I became so “attached” to him that I joined his church for a while. He was Southern Baptist. It was an eye opening experience. The Baptists are, in general, a pretty conservative bunch of people. The minister of the church we attended drove a gold Cadillac and was not much interested in the teachings of Jesus. He was more attuned to the writings of St. Paul and the notion of salvation from sin through grace and baptism, and in making sure his congregants all donated to the church regularly. It’s called “tithing” and you weren’t a good Christian unless you gave at least 10% of your earnings to the church. The members of the congregation were all Anglos who lived on Tucson’s far east side, and some were outwardly racist. I clearly didn’t fit in, and eventually stopped attending services with Jim and his wife. Jim ended up leaving Fry’s, and we drifted apart after a while, but I sure fell hard for him. He surely must’ve known I was attracted to him, but he never let on. He treated me like a son.

More from my journal.
The Jerusalem Bible is the version of the Holy Bible that I preferred. The baptist preacher at Jim’s church was not pleased. The King James version was the only one that he acknowledged as being legitimate.
Wow. I had just been in New York less than two months before this happened.

Just before the Fall semester started, I moved out of my parents’ house into an apartment in a complex near the University. Another friend of mine from Fry’s told me that his wife, who managed the apartments, was looking for someone to help do maintenance there. The deal was I’d get free rent if I helped clean vacated units. I lasted two whole weeks. I liked living there, but I hated the work. Some of those apartments were downright disgusting and filthy. It was nasty work so I quit and moved back home. I still had my job at Fry’s,  and that was enough for me.

I had a harder time my second semester, but did okay overall.
I fondly remember going through this workbook and completing all of the assignments. This work was part of what we all had to do our freshman year in English class. Little did I know at the time that my life’s calling would be librarianship. This workbook got me off to a great start.
My brother Charles and his wife Elaine.

I was still determined to move out of my parents’ house, so sometime during the Fall semester, I moved in with my brother Charles and his family. They lived on Calle Aragon, on the south side of town, near my Aunt Mary’s old house in the Elvira neighborhood. I opened a bank account and was driving by this time, using my dad’s old beat up pickup truck. Going to school and then to work and back to Charles’s, whose house was far away from both, took its toll on me, but I stayed there with him and his family until the end of the semester.

My brother’s children Gabie, Valerie and Marcus in 1977, a few months before I moved in with them.
Released on September 6, 1977.
When the Rolling Stones came to Tucson in the late 70’s Linda Ronstadt showed up to sing this song with them. Too bad I missed it!
Released on October 1, 1977. What an intense film!
Released as a single in October, 1977, this song became a big hit for Paul Simon. I just loved it.
I was a member of a book club and chose this one to read at one point. I knew nothing of Liv Ullman’s life, and didn’t know much about her. I finally saw some of her better known movies much later, in the 90s. She’s a great actress. She appeared in Autumn Sonata with Ingrid Bergman in the mid-60s. It’s an amazing film.
My mom and dad bought this for me in early October. It changed my life in many ways.

During this period, I continued to buy records. Linda Ronstadt and Jackson Browne came out with new albums, as did Dolly Parton. I loved her album. It was called “Here You Come Again”. I also continued reading a lot. One book in particular, titled “Your Erroneous Zones,” had a huge impact on me. It was a self-help book essentially, written by a man named Wayne Dyer, and in it he discussed the futility of things like worry, guilt, and living to please others, and he emphasized the importance of living in the present moment. It was an eye-opener and it helped me begin the process of self-acceptance. I often credit it for saving my life.

Released on October 5, 1977, I just loved this album, Dolly’s big crossover effort.
This is so corny, but it’s classic Dolly.

The following event happened just five months before I decided to come out of the closet.


Anita Bryant gets hit in the face with a pie by gay activist Thom Higgins, at a press conference in Des Moines, Iowa, on October 14, 1977.

According to BusinessInsider.com, “In 1977, singer Anita Bryant led a campaign, called “Save Our Children,” to overturn an anti-discrimination ordinance in Dade County, Florida. Bryant was the spokesperson for the Florida Citrus Commission, and gay activists and celebrity allies called for a boycott of Florida orange juice. At a press conference on October 14, 1977, Bryant was hit in the face with a banana cream pie by an activist posing as a reporter. She led numerous successful efforts to repeal gay-rights ordinances in cities across America but failed with the Briggs Initiative, which would have banned gay teachers in California public schools”.

Released on October 25, 1977, Garfunkels third solo album, Watermark, included the following song, which has become one of my very favorites.

Less than a month after Anita Bryant was hit on the face with a pie, on November 8, 1977, Harvey Milk became the first openly gay politician to be elected to public office in California. He helped lead the effort to defeat the Briggs Initiative and then won a seat on the San Francisco Board of Supervisors. He was sworn into office in early January, 1978.

Elected to the San Francisco Board of Supervisors, Harvey Milk would spearheaded the effort to end discrimination against the LGBT community, but he would be assassinated less than a year later by fellow Board of Supervisors member Dan White.
Released on November 16, 1977, this album included the big hit, “Our Love”. Natalie Cole was an amazingly soulful performer. I have most of her recordings.
“Our Love” is my favorite Natalie Cole song.
Released on 11/18/77. Shirley MacLaine and Anne Bancroft tear it up!

My brother Fred and his wife Ruth had a baby they named Edessa in September. She would be the first in a new crop of family members that would include my niece Estrella and my nephew Anthony, who were born the following year.

My dad and Edessa. He sure loved his grandchildren.
Released on November 30, 1977, I saw this when it first came out.
I loved this album when it came out. Released on December 6, 1977.
I didn’t know what this song was really referring to until much later in life.
Exposing myself to feminist thought at the age of 18…
Released on 12-12-77.
From the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. I liked this song. I didn’t care for the Bee Gees, however and they dominated the soundtrack to the movie.

The Fall school semester was a rough one for me. I had two psychology classes and didn’t do very well in them. I got C’s in both. One of the classes was on statistics, and I got really lost. I was usually pretty good in math, but I felt like the instructor was a lousy teacher. I didn’t do so bad in my other classes, however, and  got an A in my English class and an A in general biology.  I also got a B in volleyball, which even though I didn’t ace, I enjoyed a lot.

At the end of the year, I decided to apply to live in a dorm room at the University the following semester. I also bought my very first car, a homely looking 1964 Buick Special. It had seen better days, and was not very reliable, but it was all mine, and I drove if for 3 years, until 1982.

I was with my mom when she bought this album at Southgate. She loved Lucha Villa. I would later become a huge fan myself and have acquired most of her albums over time. I would also play her music on my radio show on a regular basis.
This song reminds me of my mom. It’s very sad.

1978 would prove to be even more significant as I turned 19, moved into my own apartment, and slowly but surely started accepting the fact that I was gay.

My Life Story: High School, 1973-1976

Things to know up front:

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Every chapter in My Life Story includes information about me, my work, my family and my friends. It also includes information about events that took place locally and nationally, etc. that I thought important enough to include. You’ll also find that I’ve included films, musicians and recordings/videos, in addition to books that were released in a given year.

While I have included many personal photos, most of the graphic content included below is borrowed from the Internet. I do not claim to own this material. I am just adding it for educational purposes. If the owners of any of the content in the “My Life Story” series want their stuff removed, I am happy to oblige. My email address is jrdiaz@arizona.edu. Thanks!

SUMMER, 1973.

I never should have gone to Salpointe. My parents could not afford it. They thought Tucson High was a perfectly good school. After all, my five older brothers and sisters all went there and they did just fine. We were a proud THS Badger family, but I insisted that Salpointe was where I wanted to go. I argued that it was a better school and because I wanted to go to college eventually, I would get a better education there. Nobody knew the real reason why I insisted on Salpointe. In all honesty, I was in love (obsessed) with a boy from junior high who was going there, and I wanted to follow him. Nothing would stand in my way.

I promised my parents I would work my way through school and pay most of the tuition myself, and also noted that my santito cousins, the Mendozas and Basurtos were going there too. My mom and dad reluctantly said okay, but they had no idea what the tuition was going to be. Otherwise, they would have definitely said no. We barely made the tuition payments, and were given a break more often than not. I was a charity case, I suppose. Maybe the administration let me stay on because I did well academically. I really don’t know.

My home life at this time continued to be quite a challenge. My mom was sick a lot and in and out of the hospital for months at a time. Around the same time, my sister Irene got a divorce, and my sister Becky moved to New Jersey. Partying was a big thing in the seventies and most of the kids, in my neighborhood, anyway, were getting high or drinking and doing other drugs. While I was in school, I stayed away from all of that, thank goodness, but every now and then I’d hook up with some of my travieso cousins or friends and we’d smoke or drink, especially during the summer months. I have to say, compared to some of the kids I knew, I was a saint!

Published in 1973, this all-in-one encyclopedia was titled “Illustrated Home Reference: A Quick and Useful Guide for Home and School Use”. It also included an atlas and a biographical dictionary. It was a great reference book.

One day a traveling salesman came to our house selling books. Without my parents’ permission, I agreed to purchase this all-in-one encyclopedia, as it was a great deal, or so I thought. I didn’t have to pay for it immediately, but there was a catch– I would also have to buy a Spanish-English dictionary that came as part of the package, but it hadn’t been published quite yet. When it did get published, the guy came to our house a second time to deliver the dictionary and to collect the money I owed. My father was home at the time, and I told him what I had done, and asked him to pay for the books. He got very angry at both me and the salesman. He chased the poor guy away and slammed the front door and then he yelled at me and told me to never do something like that again. I guess the salesman was too scared to come back, as my dad was not one to be messed with, and as a result I kept the encyclopedia without paying for it. I was very hurt at my dad, but realized later that I should have first asked for permission to buy the books. My parents didn’t have a lot of money, and things like this were considered frivolous.

FRESHMAN YEAR, 1st SEMESTER: FALL, 1973.

The boy I had the crush on ended up “unfriending” me shortly after school started in the Fall of 1973. Just my luck. He also switched schools and ended up at Rincon or Catalina. I don’t even know. So there I was, with only my santito cousins to hang out with. It took a while to get to know people and make new friends. I had to give up playing the cello too, because the school did not have an orchestra program. I didn’t want to give up music altogether, however, so I took up the saxophone and joined the band. That’s where I made my first friends.

The main entrance to Salpointe. The school would later change its name to Salpointe Catholic High School.
This is what the Salpointe campus looked like in the mid 60s. It would later expand to include several other buildings.
My Freshman year portrait, 1973.
After I switched from the public schools to Salpointe, I took up the saxophone. I stopped playing in an orchestra, although I rented a cello for a while my freshman year. I eventually gave it up, however. My musical instruments all had names: Max the Sax, Morgan the Organ, and Chichi the Cello.
Band practice. I’m on the far right side of the photo, playing the saxophone. I played both the tenor sax and the alto sax, depending on what was available.
Mr. James Lee was our band teacher. He was a great guy. His father was Jack Lee, the composer of the UA fight song, Bear Down, Arizona and longtime director of the University of Arizona marching band.
The marching band played at all of Salpointe’s football games. I’m on the far left above the guy with the blonde hair. I hated football.

Our band teacher was cool. We played some great stuff, including the Beatles’ song O-Bla-Di-O-Bla-Da and the one that follows, Kodachrome by Paul Simon. We had a lot of fun.

American Grafitti was released on August 1, 1973. Oldies But Goodies became all the rage, yet again.
This was a beautiful film. It was released on October 19, 1973. I think Robert Redford is the handsomest actor Hollywood has ever brought us.
I’m not a big fan of Ms. Streisand, but there are two songs in particular that I really love. This one is my favorite. The other one, released a few years later, is Evergreen.
Jerry Mendoza was a good friend of ours who lived near the railroad tracks.

Living near the railroad tracks was hazardous. Chemical waste was dumped into the ground and the water in the area was badly contaminated. The railroad companies eventually cleaned up the toxic waste, but for many in the area who got sick, it was too late. Jerry Mendoza lived right next to the tracks. He was good friends with my brother Fred and the other guys in the neighborhood. He died of leukemia at the age of 16. When I was little, he gave me a Nancy Sinatra album that had the song, “These Boots Are Made For Walking”. He was a rocker, and didn’t care for Nancy Sinatra. The album must’ve belonged to his mom or something. I just loved the album. It also included the songs “In My Room” and “As Tears go By”.

Jerry Mendoza gave this album to me, but he couldn’t find the cover to it, so I just got the record.
This was a big hit in 1966.
This was Bruce Springsteen’s second album, released on November 11, 1973. My sister Becky moved to New Jersey this particular year, and she told me that she and her husband Paco would see Springsteen perform at the Stone Pony in Asbury Park sometimes. Her husband knew Bruce in high school. Becky got to meet him. Wow, must’ve been quite a thrill. Check Bruce out below in this concert he held in Phoenix back in the day. What an amazing artist!

Soylent Green was released on April 19, 1973. This is how I spent Thanksgiving.

I saw these two movies on November 22, Thanksgiving night in 1973. I was very depressed, and also had a crush on a kid named Bill who lived near Salpointe. Shortly before dinnertime, I slipped out of the house and took the bus to Glenn and Campbell. I wandered up and down Bill’s street for a while and then went to the Catalina Movie Theater on Campbell and Grant, where I saw these two movies. They were both way too weird for me. I don’t remember how I made it home. The bus must’ve still been running late into the night. The only person that noticed I wasn’t home for dinner was my sister-in-law Lillian. She seemed genuinely concerned that I was gone, but nobody else thought much of it, sadly enough.

Westworld was released on August 17, 1973.
Newsweek Magazine 11-26-73. Famous last words…
Newsweek Magazine, December 3, 1973. The energy crisis was so bad that people were told not to put up Christmas lights during the holidays. There were long lines at all the gas pumps, and prices skyrocketed. This all occurred during the Arab-Israeli war when OPEC decided to play hard ball and put the squeeze on the availability of oil.
Father Frank Weil was one of several Carmelite priests who lived at the monastery on the Salpointe campus. He taught religion. We would eventually become very close friends, and I learned a lot from him.
My first semester’s report card. I managed to keep up my grades all through school.

While I liked the majority of my classes this semester, I didn’t really care for my English class, as it was team taught, and each teacher brought a different approach to their work. It didn’t provide for a lot of continuity, which I favored. However, I do remember one teacher in particular who had an impact on me early on. Her name was Sister Rachel, and one day in English class she played the song “What Did You Learn In School Today?” by a folksinger named Tom Paxton. She was “shocked” that none of us had heard of him before! The song was an eye opener, and I later sought it out. Tom Paxton was a folkie who was part of the Sixties generation of singer songwriters who became popular for their political lyrics and memorable tunes like Ramblin’ Boy and Early Mornin Rain. Another thing I remember clearly is that Sister Rachel and other nuns were involved heavily in the farm worker movement at the time, and I remember bringing my mom’s black velvet painting of the Virgen de Guadalupe to class so that Sister Rachel could use it in a protest march that was being held somewhere in the community. It made me very proud to have my mom’s painting included in the march. I didn’t know it at the time, but Sister Rachel was good friends with my other teachers Ron and Jane Cruz. I had a feeling she didn’t like me much for some reason, and I came away thinking she was a very moody nun. Oh well. I did appreciate that she turned me on to Tom Paxton!

I didn’t care much for my religion class either, but the teachers, Father Frank and Father Roderic in particular, did get us to start thinking about deeper stuff like “values” and “morality”. I wasn’t a bad kid, but I was still lost. I continued to struggle with my budding sexuality, and began to question who I was. I’d never thought much about it in the past. I was busy trying to “fit in” and not get beat up.

All in all, I managed to survive my first semester at Salpointe without too much difficulty. I liked my teachers. Most of them were supportive, but I do remember being told by a “counselor” early on that I shouldn’t get my hopes up about going on to college. I couldn’t believe my ears. I’d always wanted to continue my education and go to college, but this jerk must have assumed that because I was Mexican American, that I wasn’t college material. This made me more determined than ever to succeed. Bigotry and hatred towards Mexican Americans, while not always expressed so openly, did exist at Salpointe. I would encounter it at the oddest moments, and it would really shock me and throw me off kilter for a while, but I can be rather stubborn, and I’ve always known I was gifted academically, so I didn’t give up and I persevered in spite of the obstacles and bigoted people I encountered along the way.

The following is from the September 18, 2015 issue of the magazine, Psychology Today.

In 1973, the American Psychiatric Association (APA) asked all members attending its convention to vote on whether they believed homosexuality to be a mental disorder. 5,854 psychiatrists voted to remove homosexuality from the DSM, and 3,810 to retain it. The APA then compromised, removing homosexuality from the DSM but replacing it, in effect, with “sexual orientation disturbance” for people “in conflict with” their sexual orientation. Not until 1987 did homosexuality completely fall out of the DSM.

The classification of homosexuality as a mental illness was removed from this manual in December, 1973, but not completely…

I wrote the following poem around this time. I was fourteen years old.

This song got a lot of airplay. I just loved it. I felt like a lonesome cowboy a lot of the time, sad and depressed.

FRESHMAN YEAR, 2nd SEMESTER: SPRING, 1974.

I started working the Spring semester of my freshman year. I got a job in the snack bar during Bingo nights and worked with my two aunts and my santito cousins selling soft drinks, pop corn, tacos, tostadas, and sandwiches. I had to get a health card in order to serve food.

My Pima County Health card, which I obtained in order to work at the Salpointe snack bar on bingo nights.
This birthday telegram was from my sister Becky and her husband. They got his name wrong. It was Paco, not Taco. Cracked me up!

Spring 1974–this is the semester that changed my life. Growing up, I knew my family was of Mexican and Spanish descent, but we never really discussed our family history in much detail, although my dad was very proud of his Spanish roots. His father was Asturiano, and came to North America from Spain at the turn of the century. His mother was from Zacatecas, Mexico, but also of Spanish descent. My mother’s family, on the other hand was mostly Indio Mexicano and part Spanish. I knew very little about her father’s or mother’s families. Once my grandparents families made it up north, their ties to Mexico weakened with each succeeding generation. As a little boy, I was very light-skinned, a guerito, as they say. I could easily pass for being “white”, especially in my younger years. My brother Fred on the other hand, had darker skin, and people quickly identified him as “Mexican”. This dichotomy played itself out in my whole family. Three of us were light-skinned and three of us were darker in complexion. I never really felt like part of the family. My brothers and sisters were all incredibly good looking, and I felt anything but that. I was fat and cross-eyed, a clumsy, goofy kid with very low self esteem. It didn’t help that my older sister Becky would tease me and tell me I was dropped off on the doorstep and adopted. She was kidding, of course, but I was just a child and I believed her at one point. It messed me up.

This appeared on televison on 01-31-74. It was an amazing movie. Cicely Tyson was incredible.
This is the first record album I bought with my own money in 1974. I got it at Discount Records on University Blvd. I still have it.
I saw this with a bunch of friends at the drive-in. We were all cracking up, it was so funny. 2/7/74.

Before the second semester started, Salpointe had what was called “Interim Week”. During this time, all the students were able to take mini-courses on any number of topics. I can’t remember the name of the mini-course, but I signed up for one with a teacher named Ron Cruz. The course was a mix of politics and history, and Ron ended up taking us on field trips to a variety of places downtown, including Barrio Viejo and the Pima County Courthouse. It was an eye opening experience, because Ron was teaching us local history, our history. I’d never been exposed to it before, and I was completely hooked. It turns out Ron was going to teach an entire class on the topic soon and he invited me to sign up for it, even though most of the other students enrolled in it were sophomores.

The class was called “Cultural Awareness” but it was really an introduction to Chicano Studies. It opened my eyes to who I was. I was finally able to understand the significance of my family background and began to learn about our social structure and my family’s place in it. I embraced the word CHICANO because Ron defined it as a person who was proud of both his indigenous and Spanish roots and someone who had a sense of “critical consciousness” about the historical and political realities of American society and who worked to make the world a better place. That’s exactly who I wanted to be and do too.

To elaborate, this brief description from Wikipedia describes well just what I was experiencing. Critical consciousness, conscientization, or conscientização in Portuguese, is a popular education and social concept developed by Brazilian pedagogue and educational theorist Paulo Freire, grounded in post-Marxist critical theory. Critical consciousness focuses on achieving an in-depth understanding of the world, allowing for the perception and exposure of social and political contradictions. Critical consciousness also includes taking action against the oppressive elements in one’s life that are illuminated by that understanding.[1]

In subsequent years, I would continue my education in Chicano history and other topics such as the study of social movements and non-violence. I am forever grateful to my teachers Ron and Jane for helping to guide me in this direction.

Ron Cruz taught a course called “Cultural Awareness”. It was really Chicano Studies, and it changed my life. I took it the second semester of my freshman year.

In this class, I was exposed to music, poetry, history, politics, film and literature. Ron would play us Mexican corridos, and on his classroom walls were portraits of accomplished Mexican Americans, people like senators, congressmen, educators and labor leaders. He would also show a variety of films in class, which I really enjoyed. He helped us all realize that we had a deep, rich history, one to be proud of. Wow. I felt like I had finally found myself, at least partially. There certainly was a lot more to discover and explore, but this was the start of a long adventure of self discovery and self acceptance!

The poem, Yo Soy Joaquin/I Am Joaquin by Rodolfo “Corky Gonzales, had a huge impact on me. The film below added another dimension to it altogether.
My dad was a copper miner and a union man. This film is just amazing and it helped me understand some of the workplace challenges people like my dad faced.
Salt of the Earth, one of the best documentaries ever made.
I bought this book when I was at Salpointe. I still have it. Chicano History 101 in Pictures.
This movie was bad, as in pretty awful , but I clearly remember seeing it at the Buena Vista. It was released on March 7, 1974. It starred Lucille Ball and Bea Arthur.
This album by Daniel Valdez, titled Mestizo, was released in February 1974. He wrote all the music, and it was yet another example of Chicano artistic expression. It’s an amazing album. The concert below showcases his talents.
I’ve had this since high school. It’s all beat up, but I still treasure it.
Listening to corridos in Mr. Cruz’s class piqued my interest in traditional Mexican music. I bought this album at the local drugstore, El Campo Drugs, on 22nd and Country Club sometime in the Spring of ’74. I still have it.
This was released in February, 1974. It preceded her big hit, “At Seventeen” by a year. The title cut is beautiful. I didn’t buy this until a couple years later. For a while, I bought every new album she released in the 70s. What a gifted woman!
This album was released on 2-25-74 and included the hit, “Until You Come Back To me, That’s What I’m Gonna Do, written for Aretha by Stevie Wonder. I would be a few more years until I really started listening to this woman. My sister Irene had the 8-track recording. The following song is my favorite.
John Denver. My first concert!
This 1974 concert, featuring John Denver, was the first one I’d ever been to, and it was held at the brand new Tucson Community Center arena on March 1, 1974. His big hits at the time were “Sunshine on My Shoulders”, and “Take Me Home, Country Roads” and my brother Rudy owned his album, John Denver’s Greatest Hits.
I loved this song. It was a huge hit for Mr. Denver.
This was probably the last carnival that I went to at Southgate, mid-March, 1974.
This was taken at the carnival at Southgate.
Irene and her girls at the carnival in 1974.
While this wasn’t the Eagles very first album, it was filled with great tunes, like Ol 55, Best of My Love and My Man.
God, I love this song.

I wasn’t always aware of it, but my feet have always been immersed in both Mexican culture (especially at home, listening to my parents and relatives speak to each other in Spanish, listening to norteno music on the radio in the kitchen , watching El Teatro Mexicano on TV every week, going to Catholic mass every Sunday, and eating Mexican food all the time), and American culture ( via television, popular music, literature, and film).

All of the songs on this album are in Spanish. The recording was released in April, 1974. I bought it at JC Penney downtown. It was dedicated to Victor Jara and the people of Chile and was hugely popular in Latin America. One of my favorites, No Nos Moveran, follows. The song is preceded by a poem written by Pablo Neruda and recited by Joan.
This is the cover of the 1973-1974 Salpointe Yearbook. It was a high quality product. The advisor for the yearbook staff, David Cosgrove, was a real pro, and he worked wonders with his students.
I enjoyed taking science classes. My teacher for this class, which was called “Introduction to Physical Science,” was a man named Paul Shubitz. I would also take physics from him the following year.
I did really well academically my first year. This is the highest I was ever ranked. The school stopped ranking students my junior year.

SUMMER, 1974.

During the summer of ’74, I tried my hand at washing dishes at Howard Johnson’s during the graveyard shift. I lasted only a month, and earned just over $350. It was the first time I’d ever contributed to the federal tax system, however. From this point on, I’d continue working and paying income tax every year, either at the snack bar or at other places.

This is a postcard of Howard Johnson’s on the Benson Highway, where I worked in the summer of ’74. Needless to say, I didn’t like the work or the hours. One of my duties was to vacuum the restaurant floor. There was a jukebox in the room, and I would play the song below practically every shift I worked there. I remember it as clear as day.
This album was released on 7-19-74. One day as I was walking along 22nd St, going home from Randolph Park, I found a copy of this album jacket lying on the side of the street. It was all beat up and there was no record inside. I picked it up and took it home, and told myself that one day I would find the record, and I did. This has become one of my favorite Neil Young albums. I didn’t get into listening to him a lot until a few years later. My friend Richard loved his albums “Tonight’s the Night”, and “Zuma”. It took me a while, but I eventually acquired these and many others. The song that follows is just great.
Nixon resigned the Presidency on August 8, 1974.
This album was released on 8-11-74. I didn’t acquire it until a few years later. I think following song is amazing.
Our new President and First Lady…
More treasures from the music room of the public library downtown. I fell in love with the flute after listening to this album, and was soon learning how to play it. This is some the most beautiful music Mozart ever wrote. The album, in its entirety follows. Side 2 showcases the clarinet virtuosity of Jacques Lancelot as he presents Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto in A Major.

SOPHOMORE YEAR, 1st SEMESTER: FALL, 1974.

As I entered my second year of high school, I was still struggling with the fact that I was attracted to boys. I continued to hide how I felt, although I did have a couple of sexual encounters with one of my travieso cousins around this time. What started out as horseplay developed into something else altogether. The details aren’t important. I’ll just say I enjoyed it immensely, but knew I couldn’t tell a soul about it, nor could I allow it to continue. What felt so right was wrong, at least that’s how everyone around me, including me, thought about it.

This was also the year I became great friends with Ron and Jane Cruz, Richard Elias and Sylvia Boyed. Richard and I had met in Mr. Cruz’s Cultural Awareness class the previous semester, and we both ended up playing the tenor saxophone in the marching band together in the Fall of ’74. We were also on the newspaper staff together. The following semester, we led a petition drive to get scab lettuce out of the high school cafeteria. Most of the student body signed the petition, but the administration let us down and we were informed that the lettuce machines didn’t work with romaine or other kinds of lettuce. They only worked with iceberg lettuce, so our effort went down the drain. It was fun, nevertheless. We had drive and were passionate about a cause, and we succeeded in getting the vast majority of students on our side.

As I just noted, I started to spend a lot of time in and out of school with Richard my sophomore year, and we would remain very close throughout the rest of our time at Salpointe. I would, for example, go to his house after school and play basketball with him or watch Hogan’s Heroes and The Munsters on TV with him. I even stayed at his house and had dinner with his whole family multiple times. Richard’s parents were very kind and generous to me at a period in my life when I needed such generosity. My mom was hospitalized at this point, and there was no such thing as “family dinner time” at my house. I always marveled at how the Elias family would eat together every day, and how Mr. Elias would engage his kids in conversation at the dinner table. Richard had an older sister named Ana, and an older brother named Albert, both of whom I became good friends with as well.

My beautiful sister Becky.
I knew every song by heart…
My song for Richard…

If there was one album that I cherished in my teen years, it was Carole King’s Tapestry. I especially loved the tunes, So Far Away and You’ve Got a Friend. I thought of my sister Becky when I heard the first of the two, and of Richard when I heard the second. Becky and Richard became the two most important people in the world to me, and while one was close in proximity, both were very far away. Unreachable. I’d dare not share how I felt about Richard, yet somehow I think everyone must’ve known that I was completely smitten and totally in love–a real mess, yes indeed. Becky was the only person in the world at the time that I felt understood how hard things were for me growing up. She was there when I needed her, but had moved very far away, and it would be years before I’d see her again.

This double album was a compilation of Joan Baez’s music going all the way back to the early Sixties. It was one of the first of her recordings that I ever purchased. It was released in August, 1974.
This song originally appeared on the album “Blessed Are”, but it was included in the Contemporary Ballad Book album, which consisted of a variety of songs Joan recorded throughout her career up until 1971 or so.

The film, “The Longest Yard”, premiered on August 21, 1974. It was so funny!

Puberty finally started kicking in big time my sophomore year…I hated my hair in this photo. The longer it got, the curlier and more unruly it became.

Being in the marching band was a great experience, but I stopped participating after my sophomore year. I found this letter somewhere in the band office and kept it.
That’s my best friend Richard Elias in the front, followed by me, looking all dorky. Richard and I became close friends around this time. Our friendship lasted a lifetime. He died in 2020.
Our band in 1974. Richard is on the left tickling the girl sitting below him, and I’m in the middle towards the right playing with the hair of the girl sitting in front of me. Poor Colleen.
My buddy, Richard. He was a spunky one, that’s for sure!
Released on September 13, 1974. Richard owned this album, and we’d listen to it together all the time. I bought my own copy eventually. Several of the songs hit me like a freight train when I listen to them, especially now that Richard’s gone.
Another Richard song…
In 1974, I joined the student newspaper staff. Richard became the editor after he pulled off a coup, forcing the former editor out of the way. Jane Cruz, Ron’s husband, was our advisor, and our buddy Ronnie Burch was one of our co-conspirators and partners “in crime” as they say. We had a blast. I didn’t know much at all about journalism at the time, but I did write at least a couple of articles for the paper while there.
This is the cover of one of newspapers. We were rank amateurs, but like I said, we had a blast.
This was taken in the Crusader office. I don’t remember what I was doing.
My brother Rudy fell ill around this time and his wife divorced him. I took him to see George Harrison in November, 1974 when he came to town and performed at the Community Center with Billy Preston and Ravi Shankar. Rudy had always been a big Beatles fan, and he really enjoyed the show. Unable to work, he moved in with my parents and lived with them for several years before he remarried and started a new family.
This was Rudy’s favorite song.
This was Linda Ronstadt’s breakthrough album, released in November, 1974. Her hit song, “You’re No Good” was played day and night on the radio. I preferred other songs from the album like the title cut and the Hank Williams song “I Can’t Help It (If I’m Still In Love With You). Like many Tucsonans, I became a lifelong fan. Her music provided the soundtrack to my youth.
One of my favorites from this album.
Released on December 15, 1974. I’m pretty sure I saw this at the Fox Theater downtown.
I continued to do well academically. If I’d had a choice, I wouldn’t have taken religion or P.E. but they were required.
I’m including this song because it reminds me of when I started playing the flute. My friend Jane Tannich let me borrow hers, and I had it for almost a year. I played it during midnight mass church services at the Carmelite house’s little chapel, and my friend Karen Ocon’s mom, who was a flutist herself with the Tucson Symphony, complimented me on my playing. I also played the flute during another service, and Morning Has Broken was one of the songs I played a solo on. I should’ve kept it up, but didn’t pursue music in college.
Freddy Fender released this album in late 1974. By January, 1975, he released the title cut as a single and it put him at the top of the charts.

SOPHOMORE YEAR, 2nd SEMESTER: SPRING, 1975.

This was a particularly difficult year for me and my family. I turned 16 on January 15, but there was no celebration. I spent the evening at home listening to oldies and moping. I felt so awkward and lonely. A week later, a couple of my immediate family members got into some serious trouble, and our lives were never the same. I can’t divulge many details, but there were a lot of heavy changes that took place. Another sibling separated from his wife at this time, making things even more difficult to deal with. I struggled at school, and felt isolated and very depressed. I still had my friends and teachers, but it sure was rough going there for a while. I don’t think anyone had any idea what I was going through at the time.

Blood on the Tracks, one of Dylan’s best albums ever, was released on January 20, 1975.
The entire album is a work of genius, but this song gets me every time.
I didn’t do that well in this particular competition. The highest ranking was a ‘superior’ rating and all I got was an “excellent” rating. I couldn’t get a ride to this event, which was held at the University of Arizona’s School of Music building, and I therefore had to ride my bicycle all the way there while holding my saxophone in my lap. I made it without crashing, but I was all sweaty and agitated by the time I got there. I wasn’t in a good space, that’s for sure. Life at home was not great.
Released in February, 1975, this was Janis Ian’s breakthrough recording that included “At Seventeen”. She hadn’t had a hit since she recorded “Society’s Child” in 1966. I love this album.
Here was another instance where I had to find my way on my own, finally getting to the testing site all flustered and sweaty. This time it was to Rincon High School. I took the bus there, barely making it in time for the exam. I usually did well on Spanish tests, but this time, ugh, I felt like I had bombed.

Joan Baez started her career in 1959, the year I was born, but she was rarely on the radio. Her only hit was “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down”, which I didn’t particularly like. I started listening to her my freshman year. The first records of hers, aside from the aforementioned one, that I heard were “In Concert: Part II”(1963) and “David’s Album”(1969). I borrowed them from the public library downtown. My mother bought me the album “Diamonds and Rust” in 1975, and I wrote an article about Ms. Baez for the student newspaper around the same time. This was the year she was part of Bob Dylan’s “Rolling Thunder Revue” tour, which began in October, 1975 and lasted until May of the following year.

This album was a huge commercial breakthrough for Joan Baez. It included her signature song, “Diamonds and Rust”. It was released on April 1, 1975.
My friend Richard’s sister Ana made him a head band just like this one for his cowboy hat, and I bugged her relentlessly to make me one too until she finally relented. I wore it proudly.
The Crusader office had a subscription to El Malcriado, which was the UFW’s official newspaper. I did a book report on Forty Acres for my history class and also read Sal Si Puedes, which was one of the most popular works out at the time that dealt with the UFW. Peter Mathiessen was a well known and prolific author who later went to write “In The Spirit of Crazy Horse” an outstanding book about the American Indian Movement.
Richard and I would also sometimes accompany Ron and Jane to various liquor stores in town to picket their sales of Gallo Wines. We boycotted Lee’s Liquors on N. Stone and Speedway as well as another one on Tanque Verde Rd near Grant. At that one, the owner put loudspeakers outside where were were picketing and blasted “the Stars and Stripes Forever”, lest we forget we were in Amerikkka. Jane helped us make these homemade buttons.
I attended this event with my teacher Ron Cruz and buddy Richard. Tijerina, was considered one of the four major leaders of the Chicano Movement back in the day. He was a controversial figure, but a very, passionate, dynamic speaker, and I’m glad I had the opportunity to hear him speak in person.
April 30, 1975. The Vietnam War finally ends!

James Taylor has always been one of my favorite singers. This album was released on May 1, 1975. It includes some great folk songs like Wandering and Sarah Maria, and the big hits, “Mexico” and “How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You”.
Mr. Garcia was a nice man, but some of the students I knew were always pulling pranks on him, and would do things like put thumb tacks or bubble gum on his chair. One time he sat on a big wad of gum and wore the same pants two or three times before he realized there was gum on them. Ah, high school…
My Spanish teachers were Mrs. DeValk and Mr. Jose’ Garcia. I had started learning the language formally in junior high. It was an easy subject for me, because, of course, my parents and relatives all spoke it. My generation was the first generation on both sides of my family whose first language was not Spanish. It blows my mind when I think about it.
I received this award in recognition for having worked with my friends Richard and Jorge to get scab lettuce out of the school cafeteria. We circulated petitions around campus demanding this, but in the end we were defeated because the school administration told us that the lettuce cutting machines could not cut romaine or other types of lettuce, and there was no way the cafeteria workers could do this work by hand. We lost this battle, but learned some invaluable lessons.
This is the cover of the 1974-75 Salpointe Yearbook. It was not a great production like the previous year’s annual, but it’s what we had. Mr Cosgrove had left Salpointe in 1974, but returned by the start of the 1975-76 school year and helped bring the quality of the yearbooks up to par again by the time the next yearbook appeared.
I was a member of the National Honor Society throughout jr. high and high school. I’m on the upper right hand corner in this photo. My good friend Sylvia is the third person in the front row. She and I were very close at one point. My good friend Felicia is also in the photo, in the front row, fifth from the right.
I got better grades this semester, but my rank was lower this time around. How they figured that stuff out was beyond me.
Ron and Jane, sitting on their front porch on S. 4th Ave. with their dog and their two children, Elida and Beto.

SUMMER, 1975.

I had the honor of meeting Cesar Chavez at the event noted below. I would meet him again in 1988 when I lived in Michigan. He was a very soft-spoken man. Meeting him was the thrill of a lifetime.
Richard and I both attended this event and met Cesar Chavez. He was sitting in the pew in back of us and Ron introduced us to him and told him what we had accomplished back at school. He later wrote us a thank you letter for our efforts.

The above film can be watched on youtube, but it’s broken up into six parts. Here is the first part. Subsequent parts appear on the right of the youtube page.

From the Tucson Citizen, May 26, 1975.
Country rock was all the rage. This was yet another group that popularized it. They had a big hit with a song called “Amy”, but my favorite is the one that follows. The album was released sometime in June, 1975.
I started attending the Cathedral around this time, even though our family parish was St. Ambrose. Richard was member of St. Augustine’s, so there I went…I enjoyed the choir and stayed in it for over a year.
Released on June 10, 1975, this album includes one of my all time favorite songs, “Take It To the Limit”. Wow!
This is a live version of Take It To the Limit
I took a summer school English class at Tucson High this particular summer. I never understood what the Rime of the Ancient Mariner was all about, nor did I really understand the other works we read. We had a lousy teacher. I always thought I did well in English, but this class was awful. It didn’t help that my cousin Martin was also in the class, because he was not a good influence and liked to party. I took one more summer school class at Tucson high. It was in American history. I’m not sure if I took it this summer or the following summer, however. I do remember my brother Fred’s future wife Ruth was in the class. She was always asking about him.
Released on June 16, 1975, this album was a best seller. It featured the tunes, “Low Rider” and the title cut.
Released on June 20, 1975. This album became one of my very favorites over time. It was Richard’s favorite too.
What a song!
My teacher Ron is on the far right. He and several others are picketing a store called Market Spot on E. Speedway near Park Ave. Notice the guy in the back middle wagging his finger at the camera.
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Richard and I decided to go to the drive-in one night. We watched all of Big Mad Mama, but left during the next film, “Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia”. It had a lot of violence and nudity in it, and it made Richard and me quite uncomfortable. This ad appeared in the July 13, 1975 issue of the Arizona Daily Star.
One of my prized possessions. I still have it, of course.
I found another summer job, this time at Tucson Newspapers, Inc. and had money to buy concert tickets. Richard and I went to the concert specifically to see Santana, and we left when Clapton started playing. Go figure. The concert was held on August 17, 1975.

Celebrating Tucson’s Bicentennial

To see the full Tucson Bicentennial Official Schedule description of events program, click here.

My friend Richard’s father, Mr. Albert Elias, owner of Old Pueblo Printers, printed the program for Tucson’s Bicentennial. I helped RIchard “collate” the programs. There sure were a lot of pages. RIchard’s family has been in Tucson since the founding of the presidio.
The Elias children: Albert, Ana and RIchard (this photo is likely from the early 80s).
Born to Run, Springsteen’s third album and his most popular to date, was released on August 25. It would take me a few more years to realized what a gifted musician this guy is. My sister got to meet him when she lived in New Jersey.
All I remember from this show was the song, Witchy Woman. The Eagles became superstars soon after this. We would also later see Linda Ronstadt in the same venue. I think I even saw her two or three times in the 70s. The Eagles started out as her backup band. I went to this concert with my buddy Richard. It was held on August 28, 1975, a week or so before classes started.

JUNIOR YEAR, 1st SEMESTER: FALL, 1975.

Linda Ronstadt’s follow up to Heart Like A Wheel was a wonderful album. It was released on September 15, 1975. I couldn’t wait to see her live in concert. I did end up seeing her twice before the 70’s were over. She was a trailblazer in so many ways. Love is A Rose, written by Neil Young is included in this album. It’s one of my favorites.
Here I am during my junior year. 16 years old, with a face full of acne.
Sister Claire Dunn taught American politics, and I was in her class. She was the nicest person. She’d give me rides home all the time. She later ran for a seat in the State Legislature and was involved in politics for a several years, but was tragically killed in the early 80’s in an auto accident on the freeway between Tucson and Phoenix.
This album was released on October 17, 1975. I bought a copy of it and played it again and again. The biggest hit from this album was “50 Ways to Leave Your Lover”, but preferred the title cut and the tune “My Little Town”.

Mr. Gary Heinz taught Global Studies. We focused solely on the histories of China and the Soviet Union, however. Mr. Heinz would use the entire blackboard to write out his lecture outline and notes every class. He was one of the very few teachers that did that. I remember he offered extra credit once to the student who could correctly write down the names of all the state capitals the fastest. I won the contest. I also wrote one of my first creative writing essays in his class. It was about Taoism. I got an A on it. I asked Mr Heinz if I could have the paper, but he decided to keep it. He also had us all write papers about some aspect of Russian History. I chose to write about Alexander Kerensky, head of the provisional government in 1917 for just a few months. The Bolsheviks soon took power and he was exiled.

I read a book on Taoism and also wrote a paper on the Russian leader Alexander Kerensky for Mr. Heintz’s Global Studies class.

Mr. Heintz held a contest and awarded a prize to the first student in the class who could identify all of the capital cities of the 50 states of the union. I won the contest. I’ve loved geography ever since elementary school.

Released on November 19, 1975. A great film.
Doing well academically was the only thing I had going for me. I was so “out of it” otherwise. I was desperately in love with someone, but could never say a word about it or do anything about it. I eventually realized this person would not be around after a while. I knew I would have to come to terms with it sooner or later.
The Cathedral Choir Christmas photo. It was taken at Old Tucson in 1975.
Richard and I would love to listen to this 1975 album, by one of Tucson’s best loved country rock bands. Our favorite songs were “Drunken Mistake,” “Heatstroke” “Too Many Pretty Women To Love Just One,” and “The Hoochie Coochie Man’s Been Hoochie Cooed”. Honky Tonk Music is another one.

JUNIOR YEAR, 2nd SEMESTER: SPRING, 1976.

Bob Dylan’s Desire album was released on January 5, 1976.
My friend Terri Cozetti bought this for me for my birthday. It was released in early January, 1976. I played it to death.
Love Song to a Stranger, Part II. Part one came out on her album, “Come From the Shadows”.
My brother Rudy started listening to Dylan way back in the mid-60s. I started listening in earnest in the mid-70s. My buddy Richard also became a big fan around this time. This issue of Rolling Stone magazine appeared on January 15, 1976. What a great birthday present!
Meanwhile, my friends Ron and Jane bought me this record for my birthday. I still have it. They also bought me one by a composer named Elliott Carter. I didn’t care for it, as Carter was an avante-garde composer and to this day, I don’t like that stuff. I have that album somewhere…

Here it is. It’s just not my cup of tea. Sorry, Ron.

The Crusader newspaper staff. This little office was like a safe haven. Richard was our editor in chief and Jane our advisor.
My buddy Richard. After he graduated, he went on to college and then worked in public housing for many years. He also served on the Pima County Board of Supervisors and became one of Tucson’s most beloved, progressive leaders.
Jane Cruz remains one of my best friends. I’m so lucky that she and Ron were my teachers. They helped me get through the most difficult period of my life.
Jane taught Chicano Literature. I was in her class the second semester of my junior year.
This is from Jane’s class on Chicano literature. I still have the xeroxed readings and study guides that she handed out to us.
Chicano literature in a nutshell…
Released on 2/8/76. Robert DeNiro was incredible, as was Jody Foster.
By the mid-70s my mom and dad started shopping at Fry’s on 22nd street instead of at El Grande. One time, my dad cornered the assistant manager and asked him to put me to work. I started bagging groceries at Fry’s sometime in the Spring of 1976 at the age of 17. When I turned 19, I was promoted to cashier, and remained there the entire time I was in college. I put in 10 years altogether, and since the age of 62 have been collecting a small pension.
By the last semester of my junior year, I had learned the guitar, the trumpet and the flute, and continued to play the saxophone. Today, I still play the flute and the guitar. I haven’t touched a saxophone or trumpet in a very long time.
Released on April 5, 1976. These two are among my very favorite actors. What a team!

Meanwhile, two adult friends of mine and Richard’s who shall remain nameless took us to see this film. What a hoot!

From the April 5, 1976 edition of the Arizona Daily Star.
I did well on my ACT test. Below is a chart showing average test scores over time. The average national composite score in 1975 (see chart below) was 18.5 and mine was 28.
Sister Joan Winter was my friend and confidant my junior year. She was such a wonderful person. Her favorite expression was “WOW!”
I can’t believe I drank this stuff. It was a very popular soft drink, especially among my female friends.
Horizons, the 1975-76 Salpointe Yearbook. It was a well produced effort, again led by Mr. Cosgrove, who had returned to Salpointe after a year’s absence.
Karen Koster was the librarian at Salpointe the final semester of my junior year. I sometimes volunteered there after school, and she would, like Sister Claire, give me rides home every now and then. On the last day of school, she gave me a ride home and presented the following songbook to me as a parting thank you gift for having volunteered at the library.
This was a gift from the librarian Ms. Koster. I will always treasure it.
My last report card from Salpointe. I would quit before completing another semester.

The second semester of my junior year ended and most of my friends graduated. Richard went on to Colorado College and my friend Sylvia moved to San Diego and attended the University of San Diego. My friends Terri and Rose also left for college. Ronnie got a job and would soon be married.

Rose
Richard
Terri

Ronnie
Sylvia

Even Ron and Jane left. Ron went on to work for Nosotros, a local social service agency, and Jane ran a bookstore before going to work for Pima County Adult Education. I knew it was going to be rough for me the next semester. My support network had disappeared, but I had no idea how truly difficult things would get. Our family had problems coming out of its ears, and I couldn’t wait to leave home. It would take another year or two before that happened, however. I held on and did my best to get through and graduate the following Spring, but things didn’t quite work out that way.

Released in May, 1976, this is another compilation album of songs that spanned Joan Baez’s entire career. I bought it as soon as it was available. I was a Joan Baez fanatic at this point in my life.
This song never appeared on any of Joan’s previous albums until this point. There is another version available, but I just love this one.
Released on May 27, 1976. This is one of my very favorite Aretha Franklin albums. All of the songs were written by Curtis Mayfield.

SUMMER, 1976.

From the Arizona Daily Star, June 7, 1976. I wasn’t aware that this had happened at the time. The boys that committed the crime were let off easy, with probation. I came out 2 years later and would be a regular visitor to the club where this incident occurred. I never heard anyone mention the incident at the time. I guess people didn’t want to remember.
By this time in my life, I wasn’t watching much television, but I did really love this particular show. The Gong Show, hosted by Chuck Barris, shown above, premiered on national television on June 14, 1976. It was a wild show that showcased people with talent and without talent…You can imagine what happened to those poor souls who didn’t cut it!

I’m not exactly sure when, but around this time I went with Richard and his mom to Nogales. I bought some greeting cards, post cards and other stuff while there. I still have these little treasures after all these years.

Textured felt postcards from Nogales.
A portrait of Zapata
Greeting cards
Jane and Ron nominated me for Boy’s State, which was to be held in Flagstaff. I wish I had known what it was all about. I hadn’t a clue, until it was nearly over. I wasn’t cut out for politics. Another boy would’ve benefited more from the experience than me. I was a shy, quiet person with very little self confidence. I trembled at the thought of speaking in front of other people. Oh well. I made it through the program somehow.
I had started to lose weight by this time, thank goodness.

SENIOR YEAR, 1st SEMESTER: FALL, 1976.

The cover of Linda Ronstadt’s 1976 album, Hasten Down the Wind, sure turned a lot of heads. It was a great album, released on August 1, 1976
Linda’s father helped her write this song.
My teachers and friends, Ron and Jane Cruz, gave me a copy of this poster that they acquired when running La Campana Books. I still have it, but it’s badly beaten up. I had it hanging near a swamp cooler at one point and it got water damage. I found this copy online just recently.

Meanwhile, back in Tucson….

A month and a half later, Ms. Ronstadt did a concert at the TCC Arena. I was there. It was a great show.

It was the start of my senior year, and I felt so terribly lonely. Things at home were worse than ever. My mom was very, very ill and life in our house was nearly unbearable. On top of that, I was working half time at Fry’s and had a full load of classes, including a couple where I ended up with a bunch of freshmen, because I messed up the sequencing of my classes a few years earlier. I took physics my sophomore year, when I should’ve taken biology, for example. I also had two advanced math classes, which were a real challenge. I was also supposed to fill the role of editor of the Crusader, something I knew was beyond my capabilities. I was under so much pressure, it nearly turned me into a basket case.

My friends were all away at college at this time, struggling with their own issues, but we managed to keep in touch regularly. Some did better than others at adjusting to college life away from home. Richard wrote a few letters, and I could sense that things weren’t very easy for him. Sylvia, Terri and Rose also corresponded with me regularly at this time. I still have all their letters. My sister Becky also wrote to me a lot, something she started doing back in ’73, after she moved to New Jersey. Her letters and cards were always encouraging. She knew that I was struggling, but would always try her best to cheer me up. Her favorite little saying to me was “cheer up, buttercup”. Ha ha ha. Oh, if only it were that easy!

The previous year, a good friend of mine named Marlena had left Salpointe early, at the end of the first semester of her senior year. She took the GED exam and went straight to the University of Arizona. I remembered that she had done this, and realized that was what I needed to do too, to preserve my sanity. So I decided to follow suit and announced to everyone that I was going to quit high school. My parents were horrified, as were my teachers and the school administrators. I was betraying everyone by doing this. I was losing out on getting in to a good school upon graduation. It was wrong, and I would regret it, they told me, but I knew it was the only solution. I was ready to crack. I had to get out, so I didn’t waste any time. I left Salpointe in late September and found out when and where I could take the GED. I took it in October, and then I set about getting myself enrolled at the University of Arizona, and completed all the paperwork by November. I did this all on my own, and my plan worked. By January, I started classes as a freshman at the University of Arizona, and I continued to work at Fry’s. A whole new chapter in my life was about to begin.

I took the GED exam sometime in October, 1976. I didn’t receive the grades or the diploma until nearly 3 years later, however, after the University of Arizona registrar’s office asked me to show proof of having graduated from high school. I had to contact the State office of Education and have the paperwork sent to me. I was already half way done with college by then!
My GED. I was told that I blew all my chances of going to a good University because of this, but the U of A was good enough for me. Making this move saved my life.
I played this album to death. One of my all time favorites, it was released on November 1, 1976
I couldn’t wait to start college. This document was verification that I was accepted! Yippee!!
This album was released in November, 1976. It includes some beautiful songs, including Victor Jara’s “Plegaria a un Labrador” and “Spanish Is The Loving Tongue” as well as the title track. It’s a beautiful record.
This was also released in November. Joan wrote all of the songs on this one.
Christmas, 1976. My friend Sylvia was a very special and dear friend . She and I were both immersed in exploring our faith at this point. For her, it became a lifelong journey. I, on the other hand, would sooner or later stray far away from religion, Catholicism and the Church, although I remained a seeker.
This is one of my very favorite albums. It was released on December 28, 1976, and I bought my copy from a guy named Claude, with whom I worked at Fry’s. He listened to it just once and didn’t like it. I, on the other hand, loved it. Many of the songs deal with traveling and life on the road, and in the coming year, I would start exploring the wider world on my own, trekking across country on a big Greyhound bus all by myself.
This great film premiered on 12/30/76. It’s a great documentary about la musica Tejana!

Here’s one of my favorites songs from the soundtrack:

“Chicano” by Los Pinguinos del Norte.

1976 marked a turning point in my life. It was the year I declared my independence and started making my own life decisions. It was also the year I started working a regular job. My earnings for the year totaled $1,832. From that point on, they would steadily increase and I would continue working for 9 more years at Fry’s, supporting myself through college. Even though I was young, adulthood had arrived. Freedom from my demons would also eventually become a reality too, but it would take another year or more before I came to terms with the truth, and many more before I fully accepted myself.

To be continued. Stay tuned for Part 4: The Undergraduate Years, 1977-1982…

My Life Story: Junior High School, 1971-1973

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I had a rough time during adolescence. It really sucked. My eyes were a mess, I felt ugly and fat, and I was very lonely. My home life wasn’t great, as my mom was sick a lot, and my brother Fred and I fought all the time. He was Mr. Cool, had lots of girlfriends and was good looking and athletic. I was the exact opposite. The only thing I had going for me was school. I continued to do well in my classes, and I continued playing the cello. By the end of the 8th grade, I was pretty good at it.

My brother Fred, “Mr Cool”.

I was a late bloomer physically, but emotionally, beginning in the 7th grade, I was discovering that I was more attracted to boys than to girls. I hid my desires, of course, and had girlfriends throughout my time at junior high, but they came and went. I really fell head over heels for two boys in particular, one each year I was in school. They will remain nameless, because I don’t think they ever knew how I felt, and I wouldn’t want to embarrass them in any way. I never “wanted” to be attracted to boys, and I fought it with all my might, but my feelings would not change. This drove me crazy, and I was quite unhappy and felt totally alone with nobody to talk to about it. I even had a couple of episodes where I could not stop crying. I was a such a mess. The one person that did help me through some of these rough spots was my dear sister Becky. She came over to the house once while I was having one of these little dramatic breakdowns, and she held me and told me it was all going to be okay, and that we were all in this together. I’ve never forgotten and I’ll be forever grateful to her for her kindness and support.

My sister Becky

One day as I was riding my bike home, a couple of boys started throwing rocks at me. I usually tried to avoid conflict at all costs, but on this particular day, I decided to confront them. I rode back toward them, got off my bike and told them to stop it. One guy, the taller of the two, had on a pair of heavy boots, and he decided to kick me right in the groin. He missed his target, however, and kicked my thigh instead, and boy did it hurt! I got really angry and started to fight him. I wasn’t good at fist fights, but we tumbled on to the ground and somehow I managed to grab onto his boots. I was a hefty kid, and stronger than I realized, and I picked him up by his ankles and I started to swing his body against the fence, which was covered in privet bushes, as hard as I could. I swung him like a bat into the fence, smashing his face right into it, time and time again. His friend stood there watching and wanted to jump in, and I yelled at him and told him two on one wasn’t fair, and, luckily, he backed off. The guy who started the fight was pretty badly beaten up by the time I was done. Once I thought he’d had enough, I got on my bike and went home, while they both yelled that they were going to get me again. When my brother Fred saw me, he told me I looked like I had gotten into a fight. I replied that he was crazy, but he just laughed like he knew that I had. The next day I saw the kid in the hallway, and his face was all bruised and scratched up. It was a mess. He tried to lunge at me, but the hallway was crowded and he stopped. I never saw him again. This was the only other fight I ever got into as a kid. I lost the one in grade school, but this time I fought back and won.

While I had a rough time, I must admit it wasn’t all bad. I did have fun playing in the orchestra, and I enjoyed learning. I also started reading more and I learned how to play the organ. I spent a lot of time too with my sister Irene and her kids, and with my friends Ernie, Roman and Oscar, and enjoyed listening to music. I also spent a lot of time with my brothers Rudy and Charles, who had started new families in the early 70s. They both lived in the Pueblo Gardens neighborhood, which was close to our house on 22nd. I was never made to feel unwelcomed, and being with them gave me a sense of comfort and safety. Even though I felt alone, I really wasn’t.

My brother Charles and his wife Elaine
My brother Rudy
My brother Rudy had a beautifully framed copy of this print of the Beatles in his living room.

Thank goodness I survived.

Mansfeld Jr. High School
The best part of the new school year was that we could buy new school supplies. I loved shopping for this stuff. It was the one time of the year my parents would actually let me indulge in stocking up. Now I’m a bit pack rat when it comes to pens, notebooks, paper etc.
My 7th grade Spanish textbook. Mrs. Rodriguez, whose photo is below was our teacher.
Back in 1971 I had no idea I would graduate twice (1982 and 1986) from the University of Arizona or that I would be spending the bulk of my adult life working there (1992-present). I started attending classes in 1977, and I’m still here 46 years later…
Ernie Carrillo, one of my best friends growing up. We are still in touch, after all these years and remain as close as ever.
This is what the corner of Park Ave and University Blvd. looked like back in the early 70s. I rarely made it to this part of town, ever.
My 7th grade portrait. My lazy eye got even lazier during adolescence. I would get an eye operation the following year, but it didn’t help much.
My brother Charles took us to see this when it was showing at the Jerry Lewis Theater. He wanted us to learn about social issues like race and class and he thought this movie would help.
From the Tucson Daily Citizen, October 16, 1971.
Released on October 24, 1971. I knew all the lyrics. I’m sure a lot of kids knew this song. It was very popular.
7th grade orchestra cello section Members were Lori Fibel, David Boyer, Becky Baldwin, Susan Matte and me.
7th grade. The entire orchestra, led by Mr. Lauritz Bjorlie.
This is one of the many songs we played in the orchestra. The melody is so sweet. This version isn’t exactly the same, of course.
The auditorium at Mansfeld. The orchestra practiced on the stage, and had one big concert here at the end of the year. This is also the space where we would have our “Blue and White” socials, our student assemblies, and where we ate lunch.
I clearly remember borrowing this book, titled “Louis Armstrong: A Self Portrait”, from the public library downtown. Armstrong was well known among the general public. I would see him on television all the time and of course knew he sang the song “Hello Dolly”. I didn’t know about his long career in jazz, however. I was much too young and didn’t know anything at all about the history of jazz at this point in my life. This book was my introduction to the topic. Armstrong died on July 6, 1971. I believe this book came out shortly after that.
11-16-71 Tucson Daily Citizen. Ike and Tina Turner in Tucson!

Laura Nyro released Gonna Take a Miracle on November 17. 1971. It featured the voices of a group called Labelle, which included Patti Labelle, Nona Hendrxy and Sarah Dash. The album is filled doo-wop, oldies and Motown soul. Next to Eli and the Thirteenth Confession, it’s my favorite Laura Nyro album.

Wow. This is so damned good!
This film premiered on television on 11-30-71. It was so sad.
I remember this like it was yesterday. A bunch of us went to Randolph Park and had a blast playing in the snow. My brother Carlos and his new wife, Elaine were there as were a few other family members and friends. The last time we had snow like this was back in 1964. It was a rare treat indeed!
My report card, 1st semester, 7th grade. I was in the honor roll all throughout junior high.
Harold and Maude premiered on 12-20-71. It would take me another 10 plus years to get to see it, but wow, what a movie! It’s one of my very favorites, and it had a huge impact on me when I finally did see it. The song that follows is the movie’s theme song.
My brother Rudy bought this when it was released in 1971. His wife hated the record, but we couldn’t help cracking up every time we heard it.
Occupied America, but Rudy Acuna, was first published on January 1, 1972. This publication is not in it’s ninth or tenth edition, and is considered a classic of Chicano history. I didn’t read it until I got to college. I still have my copy of the original edition.

This is from the introduction to Occupied America:

“Mexicans – Chicanos – in the United States today are an oppressed people. They are citizens, but their citizenship is second-class at best. They are exploited and manipulated by those with more power. And, sadly, many believe that the only way to get along in Anglo-America is to become “Americanized” themselves. Awareness of their history-of their contributions and struggles, of the fact that they were not the “treacherous enemy” that Anglo-American histories have said they were-can restore pride and a sense of heritage to a people who have been oppressed for so long. In short, awareness can help them to liberate themselves.” (p. 1)

I bought this 45 and played it to death. It was released in late 1971, reached #4 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart on January 15, 1972 (my birthday!), and earned a gold record. The song is linked below.

The following month, in February, 1972, a group called “Malo” released one of the most memorable songs of the era. The group was led by Carlos Santana’s younger brother Jorge. I remember this song was later played at our “Blue and White Social”, an annual dance held towards the end of each school year.

This album was a huge hit in the Mexican American community. The cover art is by Jesus Helguera, one of Mexico’s most popular artists. His calendars have become collector’s items and are quite easily identifiable and well known.

I was not very sophisticated when it came to music. I mostly listened to what was on the radio, and to the albums my brother Rudy had. Being in the school orchestra did, however, make me want to learn more about classical music. I remember we took a field trip once over to Palo Verde High School to listen to the University of Arizona orchestra perform. Slowly, but surely, I did start to get more interested in classical music.

One day my sister Becky brought home a stack of classical albums that a friend had given her. I listened to all of them, but this one was my very favorite, and continues to be to this day. Nobody plays Mozart like Ingrid Haebler! Both concertos follow.

Still, I loved certain popular songs. The following two were favorites of mine.

This was released on April 21, 1972.
One of my favorites songs, released on May 18, 1972.
The front cover of the 1972 Tower yearbook.

To see the full yearbook, click here.

Mrs. Rodriguez, my 7th grade Spanish teacher. She was the best. I continued to take Spanish up until the 11th grade. By the time I got to college, I passed the foreign language proficiency exam with flying colors.
Mr. Bjorlie started teaching me the cello in the 4th grade all the way up until the end of the 8th grade. He was a very patient and talented teacher. Unfortunately, when I switched to catholic school in the 9th grade, I had to give up playing. I took up the saxophone instead.

My 7th and 8th grade English teacher, Mrs. Virginia LaFraniere. She taught us English grammar mostly, and gave weekly quizzes. I always aced them. And she always wore a wig, every single day.
I loved this space. It’s the front entrance to the school. The doors on the right lead in to the auditorium. .
I was a klutzy, chubby geek, but at least I did well academically.
My report card, 2nd semester, 7th grade.

There’s an interesting story behind the following two certificates. I didn’t really deserve them. I think I played in one basketball game and one football game the whole year. I had other things going on, like being in the orchestra. However, at the end of the year, when certificates for participation in various extracurricular activities were being given out, I went to the head P.E. teacher, Mr. Tripp, and politely insisted that I be given certificates for having participated in these two activities. He balked at first, but I held my ground, so here they are, and after all these years, the truth has been revealed. Ha ha ha.

Santana and Buddy Miles Live was released on June 7, 1972. This was Carlos before he found his spiritual awakening. The music was recorded live in January, 1972.
My buddy Ernie and I joined the boy scouts for a short while in 1972. We went on a big hike up into the Catalinas and later participated in the Boy Scout Pimaree. See the article below.
Ernie in the 8th grade. We were in the Scouts together.
We went to Ft. Huachuca to participate in the Pimaree. I didn’t have a very good experience. There were bullies all over the place.
I used to love reading through these merit badge books. Being a boy scout was an expensive hobby and I never had the money to fully participate. No merit badges for me…
Levy’s at El Con had a complete selection of Boy Scout clothing and accessories. Like I said, being a boy scout cost money!
Our troop also went to Tombstone, and I bought this photo from a man who claimed he was Chief Cochise’s grandson. It turns out, I learned much later, that he was a fraud.
Another memento from our Tombstone trip. I still have the newspaper that came inside this envelope. It’s a reproduction, of course, but in good shape still.
I received a scholarship to attend music camp at the University of Arizona in 1972. My friend David Boyer, pictured with me below, also attended. It was a memorable experience and my first exposure to the University campus.
My friend David and I in the 8th grade.
The legendary Tejano group, The Royal Jesters released the album “Yo Soy Chicano” sometime in 1972. Many years later, I would play the title cut on my radio show all the time.
My I.D. card. My brother Fred had one too just like it. I have it now.
My eighth grade portrait. I was out sick a lot, and had my eyes operated on at around this time. I had high blood pressure and got put on a diet at one point. I didn’t lose much weight until later in high school.
I loved this movie. It came out on t.v. on 09-24-72.
I sold greeting cards, and this is the only one I have left.
I didn’t become a Joni Mitchell fan until I was in college, but I quickly grew to love her and her music. For the Roses was released on November 21, 1972. It’s a brilliant record. One of my very favorite songs, The Judgment of the Moon and Stars, follows.
Our Christmas tree, 1972. I started playing the organ at this point in time. It was a Magnus “chord” organ, and I learned it all on my own.
This is exactly how my organ looked. Mine didn’t have legs, however, if I remember correctly. I also had several music books, and learned a lot of songs from different eras of American music.
I had a ten speed just like this one. I would ride it to school early in the morning to attend algebra class at Tucson High School. The class started at 7am, and I was always late.
Our algebra class was held at Tucson High School in the Vocational Education building.
This was my Algebra I textbook.
Considering my home life still wasn’t very stable, I did well. My mom was sick and spent a lot of time in the hospital.

Bruce Springsteen’s debut album was released on January 5, 1973. My sister Becky’s husband to be, Paco Sharer, went to high school with Springsteen, and when they moved to New Jersey, he introduced Bruce to my sister. I didn’t get into Springsteen until much later, but I do love this album. I have all of Springsteen’s stuff.
I would love to go to the carnival at Southgate. I would usually go with my sister Irene and her kids. Below is a photo of them taken at the carnival. From the Arizona Daily Star, February 23, 1973.
Anadine, my sister Irene, Michelle and Belisa.

During my last semester of the 8th grade, I had to write a “research paper” for my social studies class. I decided to write it about alcoholism. I went to the library and used the “Reader’s Guide to Periodical Literature” to find sources for my paper, but the library wasn’t that well stocked with magazines, so I ended up writing a personal testimonial about my mother, who was an alcoholic. She started drinking around 1956, a couple of years before I was born, and it got her very sick over the years. She’d spend months at a time in the hospital in the 70’s, and would attempt to quit several times, but never could completely. I loved my mother dearly, and would do anything for her, but her drinking took its toll on everyone in the family in one way or another. It made life at home quite difficult. When I had my eye operation around this time, she showed up to the hospital quite inebriated, and I burst out crying, begging my dad to take her home. I was coming out of anesthesia at the time, and was quite messed up. I have always regretted that moment. Her drinking eventually killed her. She died of cirrhosis of the liver at the age of 64 in 1988.

We played this song in orchestra.
I bought this book while in the 8th grade. It had a profound effect on me, and marked the beginning of an awakening to the world’s social realities.
I bought these tarot cards through the Scholastic Book program. I still have most of them. This is but a sampling. I never knew what they were really for. I just liked the artwork.
More Tarot cards
These were also bought while I was in junior high. I never did read Dune and I gave it away a long time ago. I’m not a big science fiction fan, but I still have the music books.
More stuff I read. This author wrote a whole series of books about troubled youth.
My final junior high report card.
Getting six honors put me way at the top of my class. There were just two or three other kids who had more than that.
We were a diverse group!

To see the full yearbook, click here.

Orchestra, 8th grade.
Pages from my 8th grade yearbook.
Stoned? Who, me? Nah!
My diploma.
Have I mentioned that adolescence was rough? I carried this book around everywhere I went at the time. Oh god…
I spent countless hours watching this stuff. As alone as I felt, at least I had something to keep me occupied.I think back on it now, however, and wonder what I might have been able to accomplish had there not been any tv.
A great movie to close out the summer before the start of high school. Released on 7/16/73.

Stay tuned for Part III of My Life in Pictures: High School, 1973-1976…Coming soon!

My Life Story: Elementary School–1965-1971

Things to know up front:

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Every chapter in My Life Story includes information about me, my work, my family and my friends. It also includes information about events that took place locally and nationally, etc. that I thought important enough to include. You’ll also find that I’ve included films, musicians and recordings/videos, in addition to books that were released in a given year.

While I have included many personal photos, most of the graphic content included below is borrowed from the Internet. I do not claim to own this material. I am just adding it for educational purposes. If the owners of any of the content in the “My Life Story” series want their stuff removed, I am happy to oblige. My email address is jrdiaz@arizona.edu. Thanks!

Note: I decided to split my original post, “My Life Story: 1959-1971”, in half. It was too long. This is the second half of the original post, and it covers the years I was in elementary school.

One of the fondest memories of my childhood was when my uncle Failo and his wife Armida came to Tucson back in 1965. They took me with them shopping to the new Sears store way out on East Broadway. They bought me a hamburger and fries at the restaurant there. It all came in a little plastic boat with an American flag. They made me feel so special. I loved my tios dearly.

My tia Armida and tio Failo. The new Sears store on Broadway opened on September 1, 1965.
We had a set of these encyclopedias on a bookshelf in our living room. I loved looking through them, and at one point in grade school, I compiled the high and low temperatures for each state in the back of a couple of these volumes.
Released in September, 1965, Judy Collins Fifth Album is filled with wonderful songs, including the one below, written by Billy Ed Wheeler, a folksinger from Kentucky whose songs speak about life in Appalachia and the southeast.
Sandy Koufax pitched a winning game in the final meeting between the LA Dodgers and the Minnesota Twins, leading the Dodgers to another World Series victory on October 14, 1965. It was during this particular world series that Koufax refused to pitch the first game, which fell on October 6. Yom Kippur, the holiest day in the Jewish faith, also occurred on October 6, so Koufax refused to play, as he was a devout Jew.

I attended Robison Elementary School on 18th Street and Treat Ave. from 1965 to 1971. I cried on the first day of school, but quickly adjusted. I was in Mrs. Goldbaum’s class. She was a very nice lady, and had taught 3 of my brothers and sisters.

The front cover of my 65-66 Robison Elementary School yearbook.

To see the full yearbook, click here.

Robison Elementary School
My first grade portrait. My two front teeth had grown back by then. Thank goodness!
Mrs. Goldbaum was my first grade teacher at Robison. She also taught my brothers Charles and Rudy and my sister Becky.
I used to love reading the Dick and Jane stories. It’s how I learned how to read.
These were my classmates in the first grade. My photo got cut out somewhere along the way. Mrs. Goldbaum was a wonderful teacher. I’m still friends with several of these kids, and I even got to see some of them at the Tucson High 40th year reunion back in 2017.
One of my earliest memories of being on the playground at Robison was seeing all the boys playing marbles out by the ramada. There were some very competitive kids out there. They would make a big circle in the dirt and put their marbles all in a pile in the middle of the circle and then take turns shooting them out of the circle. I must admit I lost a few here and there, but I still have most of my marbles…Ha ha ha.
My brother Fred. 4th grade, 1965-66/
Billy Fass, Ernie Carrillo and Ricky Fass were my closest friends. We lived just a couple of houses away from eachother and were together all the time.

These were my next door neighbors, Becky, Tiny and Debbie Romo. I would go over to their house and play school with them and dance with them all the time. They had an older sister who gave them her old 45’s. I remember they had “The Loco-motion” “The Mashed Potato” and a lot of other fun songs. I loved being with them. It was a lot more fun than being in the Rat Finks, the little gang of boys in our neighborhood that I got thrown out of for not wanting to give back the coloring book they gave me to play with and for being a cry baby. The girls had a little brother they all called “Boy”. He was a year younger than me and we played together a lot too.

It would be another 20+ years or so before I got around to reading the Autobiography of Malcolm X. He was a brave, intelligent man who saw through all the b.s. we’re fed in this country about race relations and equality. The book was published on October 29, 1965. He was assassinated earlier in the year on February 21, 1965.

Another great Beatles album, released on December 3, 1965. My brother Rudy had all of their albums and my brother Fred and I knew all of the songs.
What a song!
Released in the US on December 6, 1965
This premiered on 12/9/65.
Every year at Christmas, our mom and dad would make tamales, and then a week later, it was menudo. I grew up eating the best stuff!
This premiered on 12/31/65. I remember going with my parents, Freddie and Becky to see this at the Prince Drive-In. It was a beautiful film, but it went way over my head at the time. The theme song to the movie was quite beautiful. See below.
My mom used to have a music box that played this song.
My mom threw me a birthday party when I turned 7 in January, 1966. Some of my friends from school were there as were my neighborhood friends, including Billy Fass, who gave this album to me as a birthday present. It’s a great album, with songs like the Hokey Pokey and the Bunny Hop. I lost the original along the way, but was later able to find a copy on Ebay.
More first grade reading material.
My brother Charles was in the Navy from 1965 to 1969. He was always sending my brother Fred and me gifts. One year he sent us stuffed animals and another year we each got matching sailor suits with white sailor caps. We wore them to school with pride!
“USS KRISHNA”

My brother Charles joined the Navy in 1965 with a friend of his named Art Carrillo. Art was very fond of my brother Fred and me and he sent us this photo of his ship. According to Wikipedia, “the USS Krishna (ARL-38) was one of 39 Achelous-class landing craft repair ships built for the United States Navy during World War II. Named for Krishna (a deity worshiped across many traditions of Hinduism), she was the only U.S. Naval vessel to bear the name, and only one of three ships (along with USS Indra and the Civil War era gunboat USS Varuna) to be named after a Hindu deity”. Art also sent us several oversized color portraits of a number of other Navy vessels, but they are long gone. He referred to me and Freddie as his two “little men”.

This song was released in February 1966. I’ve always loved it.

This drive-up burger joint was just up the street from where we lived. They made huge hamburgers and the strawberry shortcake was delicious. Our parents would bring us here a lot.
This premiered on March 17, 1966. I saw it later on television. I would watch it every time it came out. I just loved the music.
This song was a big hit in 1964 for Soeure Sourire, the original singing nun.
I just had to include this song too. It’s my favorite.
Here’s Debbie Reynolds on the Ed Sullivan show singing another song from the movie. This is another favorite.
Javier Solis was a Mexican singer whose voice was well known throughout the Latin world. He sang rancheras, but was best known for his lovely boleros rancheros. His voice was strong, but also had a very sweet, soft quality to it. Between 1961 and 1966, he had 12 number one hits. He also appeared in a number of movies. He was born on September 1, 1931 and died on April 19, 1966 from complications that arose during surgery on his gall bladder. He was only 35. My mom and dad were big fans of his, and on the day he died they went out and bought one of his record albums. I was with them and I still have the album, although the cover is missing.
Amaneci en Tus Brazos was composed by Jose Alfredo Jimenez. This is Javier Solis at his finest.
This was the very first book I ever owned. I acquired it when I was still in the first grade. The Scholastic Books program was in place at the time and I bought it at school. I still have it. My brothers and sisters also had books, including old spelling books and science books. I enjoyed them all. I was lucky to have five older brothers and sisters.
My brother Rudy was a great athlete. He loved baseball. Az Daily Star, 5-4-66.
My sister Becky graduated from Tucson High in 1966, and when we went on our family vacation to San Francisco that summer, she decided to stay with my aunt and uncle. She didn’t come back home until a year later.
This postcard shows a mariachi group performing in a restaurant called La Caverna, which was on Elias Street in Nogales, Sonora. My parents would bring us here sometimes for a meal whenever we would go shopping in Nogales. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of these day trips. My mother loved mariachi music and she would often get my dad to pay the musicians to sing a few songs for us. Unfortunately, La Caverna burned down in 1986 and never re-opened.
My brother Fred’s 1966 Little League team photo. His coach was the legendary Bill Dawson. Fred is the one with the plain black t-shirt just above the blonde boy sitting next to the team sign.
I saw this at the Fox Theater downtown with my friends and brother Fred. Released on 06-21-66. I didn’t care for war movies, but went anyway.
My mom and dad went to see this when it came out. It was considered an “adult” film, and I wasn’t allowed to go. It premiered on 6/22/66.
This photo was taken in Needles, California during my family’s summer vacation in 1966. Included in the photo are my brother Fred, my cousin Sylvia’s daughter whose name I don’t remember, me and my Uncle Val’s nephew, Richard. It was about 118 degrees that day, and there were were, barefoot! Wow!

I wrote a separate blog post about our 1966 family vacation. Click here to read it.

Teatro Campesino was a theatre group formed by Luis Valdez. Its purpose was to encourage farmworkers to join the United Farmworkers Union. In 1966, the troupe wrote and performed the play “Quinta Temporada”, quite likely at this benefit at the Fillmore Ballroom. My family was vacationing in the area around this time. Wish I had known about this. I was way to young, however, and it would take another 8 or 9 years before I had even heard of El Teatro Campesino.
Me Canse De Rogarle is a fun film that features Jose Alfredo Jimenez and Lucha Villa. It was released on August 3, 1966. It has some great duets in it.
More of my favorite TV shows…
My brother Rudy took a radio training course while in high school. This photo appeared in the October 12, 1966 issue of the Tucson Citizen. Rudy loved to wear nice clothes. Our mom spent hours ironing his shirts, most of which he would buy at expensive men’s clothing stores like Franklin’s on University Blvd. He worked all through high school and paid for his clothes with his own money. He even bought a car, which was a really cool little Anglia that had a four track tape deck.
The front cover of the Robison Elementary School yearbook. The font page is all I have left of it.

My 2nd grade photo, 1966. Miss Stevens was my teacher. I was 7 years old here. The one thing that stands out from this year in school was that I wet my pants one day while in class and didn’t tell a single soul. It was a very uncomfortable day.
Miss Stevens was my second grade teacher at Robison.
This is the reading program that was used when I was in the second grade, in Miss Stevens class.
This film premiered on 10/17/66. I remember going to the drive-in with my sister Becky to see it, probably about a year later, after she came back from California.
Becky told me she saw the Grateful Dead practice in a garage in South San Francisco when she was there in 1966-67. Wow!
My brother Rudy during his junior year of high school in 1966.
This premiered on 10/27/66.

My sister Becky has always been an avid reader. She used to take me with her to the public library downtown when I was a kid. She was always returning her books late. One time, a man from the public library knocked on our front door. He came to ask for overdue books that Becky had forgotten to return. They don’t do that anymore! I have very fond memories of the downtown library. The music room was incredible and the children’s section was a lot of fun.

The Tucson Public Library on S. 6th Ave was right across from Armory Park. It was built in the early 1900s and is now used as a children’s museum.

In 1966, the public library bought a two bookmobiles that moved from one location to another on a rotating basis. One of their stops was near our house, across the 22nd St bridge on Cherry and 22nd in the Pueblo Plaza parking lot. It would show up on Tuesdays and was open from 12 to 9. I used to love going there, and was scolded once for looking at the books intended for adults. I remember they had all the Wizard of Oz books and other children’s materials. Sometimes I would walk by myself over the bridge to visit, but 22nd was a very busy street, so I didn’t do it too often. .

Inside a typical bookmobile. They were usually pretty cramped if I remember correctly, but the librarians were always very nice and helpful.
Released on November 16, 1966, this was my brother Charles’s favorite album. He especially loved “My Girl. ” I still have his copy of this album, I think.

Don’t Look Back, featuring the vocals of Paul Williams. This is one of my favorite songs by the Temptations.

The first ever Superbowl to take place was in 1967 on January 15, my birthday. I watched the game with my family at my sister Irene’s house.
The great quarterback Bart Starr.
My brother Fred loved Johnny Unitas, who played for the Baltimore Colts.
Aretha Franklin’s first Atlantic album was a monster hit. The song “Respect” went all the way to number one on the pop charts in the summer of ’67. A live tv recording of the song follows:
This book was published in April, 1967. My brother Rudy bought it new. I still have his copy. Joan Baez appears in the book too, but at the time I thought she was weird and had no idea who she was. She wore black and had long straight black hair. She reminded me of Morticia Adams. Little did I realize how much I would admire her later.
This photo was included in the Dylan book noted above. I had no idea at this point in my life how influential it would later become.
Our family parish was St. Ambrose Church at 300 S. Tucson Blvd. I attended kindergarten here as well as catechism.
My First Holy Communion certificate
This is the St. Ambrose altar before Vatican II brought changes to the look of the church.
Christ Among the Doctors by Heinrich Hofmann. This painting was in our family Bible. It was but one of many beautiful works of art contained within it. This was my first exposure to art. It took a while to realize that.
My first holy communion photo. Included in it are my good friends Bubba Fass, Victor Rivera, Mugsy Olivares, Henry Quiroz and a lot of other guys from my neighborhood.
Relics from my first holy communion. I still have some of them.

As kids, we went to the Circle K up the street all time. It was just east of 22nd and Tucson Blvd., and we’d walk there to buy candy, sodas and baseball cards. The clerks there were usually women in their thirties and forties, and they were always very nice to us. One day we woke up to find the following headlines in our local newspaper. It was shocking. The lady who was murdered was the sweetest person. We couldn’t believe it. One of the kids who did the dirty deed hid near our house somewhere along the railroad tracks. Thank goodness they found him.

I stopped attending catechism after I received this certificate. I never did go through the confirmation ceremony. Several years later, one of my high school teachers, a nun, thought I was a little heathen because of this and she kept me from participating in some of the class sessions that involved learning about “sex”. Go figure…
I remember reading this book in the second or third grade. I was inspired by Roosevelt’s determination to overcome childhood asthma. I was sickly too as a kid.
My brother Rudy bought this the day it was released on May 26, 1967. Freddie and I knew all of the songs by heart.
Here is a photo from February, 1967. My dad is on the right. The man in the left is one of his co-workers but I don’t know his name. After his mining accident, my dad was trained to be a blacksmith.
July 2, 1967. Here’s another photo of my dad, wearing his blacksmith’s apron at work in San Manuel, just before the copper strike started.
This was released on July 7, 1967. I have the 45. The back side has the song Baby You’re a Rich Man. George’s infatuation with the sitar is clearly evident on the song.
A perfect song for the Summer of Love…

Meanwhile, back in Arizona….

My dad worked for Magma Copper Co. for many, many years. This particular strike lasted through the following year, ending in March, 1968.. It sure made life difficult for everyone. My dad had to find other temporary work and my mom even found a job at a hamburger joint. We had to go on welfare too for a while. The food was nasty!
My mom worked here during the copper strike.
Times were hard, and we went on welfare for a while. But not for long.
Aretha Franklin’s second recording for the Atlantic label was released on August 4, 1967. It’s one of her best ever. The following song was recorded just a month or two earlier, and it is one of my all time favorites.
This film premiered on August 13, 1967. I don’t know if I saw this film when it was released or later. It feels like I saw it when I was a kid. The theme song was a big hit (see below).
My third grade photo, Fall, 1967. I hated this photo. I look like I’m choking and my hair is all wet and flat.
Mrs. Conn, my 3rd grade teacher at Robison.

My third grade teacher was a lady named Mrs. Conn. She was a very nice lady and she loved to teach us music, and we sang a lot. There were several songs she taught us, including the one that follows, “Love is Blue”.

Released in 1967, this English version with lyrics is just one of many that appeared over time. Paul Mauriat’s instrumental version was probably the most popular of the bunch.
Ernesto “Che” Guevara was assassinated in Bolivia on October 9, 1967, by U.S. trained Bolivian forces. He was an Argentine Marxist revolutionary, physician, author, guerrilla leader, diplomat, military theorist and a major figure of the Cuban Revolution.

My next door neighbors, the Romo sisters, had a Ouija Board, and we used to find out each other’s secrets by asking the Ouija Board for answers to our questions. One time one of the girls asked the Ouija Board to tell us who I liked at school, and before we knew it, the words Selina were spelled out. And it was true! I had a crush on a little girl named Selina in the third grade. One of the Romo girls later told me that once they were making fun of the Ouija Board, being disrespectul in some way to it, and suddenly the pointer moved straight across the the word “goodbye”, and it never worked for them again. No kidding.

I used to check out this book from the school library all the time. My favorite poem was by Ogden Nash. It was short and sweet. “Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker”.

Mrs. Conn, also loved poetry. She read the poem, “Casey at the Bat” one day in class. I can remember it like it was yesterday. Here’s the poem, recited in a very animated manner, by Mark Redfield.

I don’t remember if this was Freddie’s or mine, but we had something just like this, and I just loved spinning the roulette wheel.
This film premiered on 11/22/67. I didn’t see it until many, many years later. Wow. What a funny movie!
This premiered on 12/22/67. I didn’t see it until much later, but I knew the song “Mrs. Robinson” well. It was a big hit on the radio.
I’m not sure exactly what year it was, but at one point, my mom and dad bought an aluminum Christmas tree. I would love to sit and stare at the tree as the color wheel turned and made the aluminum change colors. We also had red and white round ornaments. They were made of styrofoam and were wrapped in vertical synthetic red and white thread. They had a candy-cane like look to them. I liked the live trees our dad would buy better, however. It was always an adventure going with him to find a tree to bring home.
We had all of these games and toys at one point or another. I also enjoyed chess and chinese checkers., tinker toys and pick up sticks. One year my sister Becky and her husband bought me several games and books. I was a lucky kid that Christmas!
What a year it was for music!
Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan, Judy Collins, and Arlo Guthrie performing at the Woody Guthrie Memorial Concert at Carnegie Hall, January 20, 1968.

Aretha records a masterpiece–Lady Soul, released on January 22, 1968.

What an incredible record! It includes several hits, such as Chain of Fools, Ain’t No Way, and Natural Woman. The musicians on this include Duane Allman and other southern soul session men. The album reached number one on Billboards R & B charts and stayed there for 16 weeks.

Maclovio Barraza and the founding of the Southwest Council of La Raza

Maclovio Barraza grew up in Superior, Arizona and was a miner and union organizer. My dad, also a union member, knew him well. In 1968, after many years of serving as a union leader, Barraza became the first elected chairman of the newly founded Southwest Council on La Raza, a civic and political organization that promoted the development and improvement of the Mexican American communities of the Southwest. Barraza’s sister Belen, is my mother-in-law. Had he lived, I would have called him “Tio Cobo”, just as my partner does. He died in 1980, however, at the age of 53, so I never got to know him.

This was released in October 1967, but later played at the Cactus Drive-in. I went with all my Mendoza and Basurto cousins to see it. The ad below is from February 1968.
My sister Becky’s husband Larry took this photo at the University of Arizona when Bobby Kennedy visited during his presidential campaign. He was assassinated 3 months later.
This belonged to my sister Becky. It included male nudes, which was the first time I’d ever seen such stuff. Some of the prints were very funny.
This album was released on March 25, 1968. My sister Becky was living at home at the time and she had a copy of this album. I remember it well.
One of many wonderful tunes from the album, Eli and the Thirteenth Confession…
from the Arizona Daily Star, April 5, 1968. I watched the ensuing riots on the nightly news. That along with the daily body counts from the war in Vietnam were reported each night by announcers like Howard K. Smith and Walter Cronkite. I was a kid, and I didn’t understand the significance of any of it, but I do remember it because I watched the news practically every night.
Charles would be coming home soon, after 4 years in the Navy.
My friend Larry Mendoza, my niece Michelle and me at Randolph Park, summer 1968.
Randolph Park, 1968. I’m nine years old.
My sister Irene would always dress my nieces Belisa and Michelle in matching outfits. Here they are having hotdogs. Seated next to them are Rose Fass and Leo Carrillo, who were my friends Bubba’s and Ernie’s moms. In the background are Ernie’s sisters Lorraine and Cathy with another neighbor, Anna Arenas. Lorraine was always telling me, “Go home, Bobby Joe” whenever I’d visit Ernie at their house.

I clearly remember when the following accident happened. For some reason, I always thought it was fatal, but apparently it wasn’t. It happened right near our front door, as the 22nd street over pass was just a few feet west of our house.

“The Games People Play” by Joe South, was released in August, 1968. It was one of my mom’s very favorite pop tunes. She’d sing it to all her grandchildren over the years.

My brother Freddie and I collected baseball cards. This is a sampling of some of the better known players back in the day.
My favorite team was the St. Louis Cardinals. They won the 1967 World Series the previous year.

Hey Jude was released on August 26, 1968. It became our family’s favorite song, largely due to my brother Rudy, who had been infatuated with the Beatles since they first appeared on American television in 1964. He bought all of their albums and played them to death. As a result, my brother Fred and I knew practically every song. Their music provided the soundtrack to our youth.

4th grade, 1968. This is yet another photo that I didn’t care for. I had just gotten a haircut . My hair was sticking out all over the place, and my shirt was buttoned all the way up and choking me. I would’ve looked better with a tie on, but I never wore ties as a kid. Still don’t like them.
In the 4th grade, I joined the school orchestra. I really wanted to play the violin, but the teacher urged me to take on the cello, because there weren’t any cello players in the goup. I grew to love playing the cello, but it took me a while to figure it all out. Unfortunately, my parents could not afford paying for lessons, so I did my best to learn it on my own. A man named Lauritz Bjorlie was our teacher. He did what he could to teach us the fundamentals, but real lessons by a private teacher never happened. I did okay anyway.
This was the book we used to learn how to play. My brother Rudy took me one day to the Chicago Store to buy this along with a music stand. I loved going to the Chicago Store! I was a real dump, but there was cool stuff everywhere!
My 4th grade class photo. I was “in love” with the two girls on either side of me, Janet and Susan. I even wrote one of them a love letter once and she just had to read it out loud to all her friends. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to die.
The Wilmot brand of the Tucson Public Library was an architectural wonder.

Have I mentioned yet that I loved to read as a child? My sister Becky and her husband Larry would take me to the Wilmot branch of the Tucson Public library all the time. I remembered this series, and after searching and searching on the internet for these, I finally found them on Ebay. I read these in the 4th grade (68-69) during a reading contest in Mrs. Pilling’s class. I had to write a book report on each title and created a fact sheet for each state by copying information like the size of the population, the date the state joined the union, the geographic size of the state, etc. etc. I won the contest!

There was a book for each state of the union. This is a sampling of them.
My brother Fred started junior high in 1968.
Dark Shadows was my favorite show of all…
My sister Becky married a guy named Larry Baker in September, 1968. They went their separate ways a couple of years later.
Becky on her wedding day.
This photo was taken on October 20, 1968.. We’re in my mom’s kitchen celebrating my niece Belisa’s birthday. She had just turned 6 two days earlier. Included here are me, Bubba Fass, Larry Mendoza, Roman Jaurigue, Ricky Fass, my brother Fred and Larry Ochoa.
Here’s the entire photo. The little girls are my nieces Anadine, Michelle and Belisa and one of our neighbors, Theresa Ochoa.
The 1968 Summer Olympics were very popular. Everyone watched them on TV. They took place October 12 through 27.
I remember this well.
But I don’t remember this. The massacre of students at Tlatelolco in October in the Plaza of Three Cultures claimed hundreds of lives. The students were protesting the social and economic conditions that kept millions in poverty. The massacre took place 10 days before the Olympics.
My dad was back at work at the mine in San Manuel in the summer of ’68, and he made these bookends and pen holder for me right around the time that the 1968 Olympics were taking place. They weighed a ton. Both of the bookends had rings attached originally, but one set fell off after a while. Dad also made my mom knives and spoons, but they were very heavy. I wish I’d had kept them, but they’re long gone!
A bunch of us kids from the neighborhood saw this when it came out. The story was about a writer, George Plimpton, who decided he was going to try his hand at football. He got creamed. The film was released on 10-23-68.
These were the “official” candidates for President. Too bad Humphrey lost. Who knows how many lives would have been saved? While he had supported Johnson’s stance on Vietnam while he was vice-president, Humphrey changed his stance and was against the bombing that was occurring in 1968.
Pat Paulsen would appear on the Smothers Brothers show. He was very funny, and he ran for President in ’68. Too bad he didn’t win. We ended up with Nixon…
Becky took Freddie, me and some of our friends from the neighborhood to see this at the drive-in. It was released on November 13, 1968, just a little over a week before the White Album came out.
From the soundtrack to Yellow Submarine, “All You Need is Love”…
Released on 11-22-68. Rudy bought this the day it was released. Another Beatles classic that we knew by heart.
Rocky Raccoon was my favorite song.

I clearly remember the Honk Kong flu epidemic. My mom and aunt took all of us kids to the Southern Pacific Hospital downtown for vaccination shots. In the end, I didn’t get one, however, because I had a cold. I never did catch the flu this particular season. I guess I got lucky. At least I don’t remember catching it, but I did get sick a lot as a kid. I had the measles, the chicken pox, the mumps, and even scarlet fever.

From the Tucson Citizen, December 17, 1968.
The Southerrn Pacific Hospital, also known as the Carl Hayden hospital was where we had to get our vaccination shots for the flu during the Honk Kong flu epidemic. It closed shortly after this.
I had the best Christmas in 1968. My sister Becky and her husband Larry went all out and bought me several games, like Password, Concentration and Operation, plus several books, including “The Call of the Wild” by Jack London, and “Little Men” by Louisa May Alcott, plus a new dictionary. I also loved the book, Heidi, but I don’t think they included that one. I used to check it out from the school library.
This movie, which I saw, premiered on 12-24-68. I probably saw it a few months later.
What a year for music!

Although I was too young to know what was happening, students at both the college and high school levels were engaged in protests throughout the country. They were fighting for more relevant courses and rallying against the war in Vietnam. This happened in Tucson too. See the articles that follow, student activists fought to have a Mexican American studies program created at the University of Arizona, and high school students from Tucson High and Pueblo staged walkouts protesting conditions in their high schools. It was a volatile, but exciting time. The Chicano movement was in full swing.

2-13-1969 Tucson Daily Citizen
2-14-1969 Tucson Daily Citizen

My sister and her husband Larry lived in an apartment north of Speedway near Jones Blvd. at one point and then in the University of Az area near Helen and Mountain. My brother Fred and I would love to visit them. They were “hippies” and smoked pot and listened to groovy music. Larry took the following photos of Becky in February and March, 1969. I just love these.

My sister Becky was always reading.
I thought my sister Becky was one of the prettiest young women I’d ever seen. She was beautiful, and still is.
I used to love to read Archie comics and to watch the Archie cartoons on TV. I also had my own copy of the above 45. It was bubble gum heaven. Released May 24, 1969. Below is the cartoon version of the song.
My 4th grade report card. Even though I was out sick a lot of the time, especially this particular year, I always did well in school, and I loved to read. This is also the year I started playing the cello. I played up until the end of the 8th grade and used an instrument loaned to me by the school. I wasn’t athletic at all and was a chubby, klutzy kid, so playing music became my favorite pastime.
Rudy also spent time in California after graduation from high school, but by 1969 he was back home coaching a little league team with his friend Hector Carrillo. My brother Freddie and our friends Ricky Fass and Ernie Carrillo were on the team and my friend Roman was the bat boy. I was nowhere to be found…
Midnight Cowboy was released on May 25, 1969. What an incredible movie. I didin’t see it until much later in life. Both Dustin Hoffman and Jon Voight are outstanding in this film.

The Stonewall riots started on June 28, 1969. This was the beginning of the gay rights movement. Within a couple of years, I began to realize that I liked boys and that I was gay, but I didn’t come out until I was 19. I would later write about this event in one of my Sociology classes on social movements.

Police would raid the gay bars in New York regularly. This time, however, people fought back.
This song, written and sung by Jackie DeShannon, was released in June, 1969. One of my brothers girlfriends loaned it to him, but he never gave it back, and I kept it. I later bought the album by the same title, but this was the only song I liked.

During the summer of 1969, my sister Irene and her family brought my brother Fred and me along on their vacation to California. They took us to Disneyland, the San Diego zoo, and Buena Park, where we visited Knott’s Berry Farm and the Movieland Wax Museum.

It’s A Small World after all…loved it!
We went on all of these rides and more. It was an experience of a lifetime. I enjoyed every minute of it.
In Buena Park, we went to the Movieland Wax Museum, where my brother Fred and I took the photo below.
I was 10 1/2 and Fred was going to turn 13 in a couple of months.
Knotts Berry Farm was a lot of fun. It had a bunch of kiddie rides.
We then drove down to San Diego and visited the zoo. It too was a lot of fun. I’ve only been back once since.
We drove across the line to visit Tijuana. My sister did some shopping and I think we also had a meal, but I can’t remember exactly.
My nieces Michelle, Anadine and Belisa. We grew up together.
This song was released in July, 1969, a few months before the album was released (January 15, 1970, my birthday!). It is one of my very, very favorite Aretha Franklin songs.
Released on July 14, 1969, Easy Rider was a hip and groovy movie that starred Peter Fonda, Jack Nicholson and Dennis Hopper. I saw it years later.
We spent summers at St. Ambrose Pool. This isn’t it, but it’s similar. The pool was eventually closed due to high levels of radiation in the area.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the country, this was happening…

Three days of love, peace and music, August 15-18, 1969. I remember when the movie came out in March, 1970. I wasn’t allowed to go see it, because it included nudity and was rated R.
It would be a few more years before I even knew who Joan Baez was, but here she is performing at Woodstock. Wish I’d had known about her back then.
This film was cool. I saw it when it came out. It premiered on 9/23/69.
My fifth grade portrait. I was a big crybaby as a child, and I guess my sadness showed sometimes. My mom got very sick this year, so things at home were difficult.
My fifth grade teacher was Mrs. Wagner. She wasn’t present the day we took our class photo.
My fifth grade class photo. The adult on the far left in the photo was a substitute teacher. Mrs. Wagner, our regular teacher, was out this day.

In the fifth grade we would sometimes swap teachers. I remember, for example, taking reading from a teacher named Mr. Koster, even though Mrs. Wagner was my regular teacher. Some of Mr. Koster’s kids would also take classes from my teacher, Mrs. Wagner. Mr. Koster wrote the word PIG on the chalkboard one day, and next to each letter spelled out the words pride, integrity and guts, letting us kids know where he stood on the hippie issue. He was a crotchety old guy, that’s for sure and wasn’t a fan of what was going on in places like Chicago during the Democratic national convention. The youth of America were on a mission to yippify the world.

A pretty blonde girl that I had a huge crush on the year before in the 4th grade named Janet Harrison was a student in Mr. Koster’s class, but one day while she was sitting in with my class, she wrote the lyrics to the Beatles tune Nowhere Man on the chalk board while Mrs. Wagner was out on a coffee break. The rest of us watched in awe as she spelled out every word of the song. Everyone was worried she was going to get caught, but she managed to erase it all just as Mrs. Wagner was walking in the door. Janet was the coolest, hippest student in school as far as I was concerned. I was still smitten by her, but she never paid any attention to me. I didn’t know it at the time, but she was a little rich girl, whose father Harmon Harrison was a well-known surgeon in town. I was way out of her league. We later attended Mansfeld together. In high school, she was a debutante with the Tucson Symphony Cotillion Ball. Later, in college, she became a party animal. She managed to complete her degree in Russian and went off to work at the embassy in the Soviet Union before returning to the US. I haven’t seen her since college.

Janet Harrison

Nowhere Man /Lyrics

He’s a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody

Doesn’t have a point of view
Knows not where he’s going to
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man please listen
You don’t know what you’re missing
Nowhere man, the world is at your command

He’s as blind as he can be
Just sees what he wants to see
Nowhere man, can you see me at all
Nowhere man don’t worry
Take your time, don’t hurry
Leave it all ’til somebody else
Lends you a hand
Ah, la, la, la, la

Doesn’t have a point of view
Knows not where he’s going to
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man please listen
You don’t know what you’re missing
Nowhere man, The world is at your command
Ah, la, la, la, la

He’s a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody

My brother Rudy got married in November, 1969 to Lillian Villaescusa. They later divorced sometime in the mid-1970s.
This premiered on television on 12/6/69.
My brother Rudy and his wife Lillian took Fred and me to the drive-in movies one night and we ended up watching Bonnie and Clyde and this film. I guess my brother and his wife didn’t realize what the film was about, but as soon as they learned it included nudity, we left.
I don’t like films with lots of violence, but this one was a thriller.
This is the ad for the films we watched. I don’t remember seeing Bullitt. The ad appeared in the Tucson Citizen on November 1, 1969.
I remember the night the two pedestrians were killed on the overpass near our house on 22nd St. My brother Charles had just started training to be a paramedic, and he was on the scene of the accident helping out. It was horrific. There were body parts strewn all over the place. There was another accident on the overpass that occurred later that involved a truckload of kids. I can’t remember when it was exactly, however. It happened after this particular incident if I recall correctly.
The Crusade for Justice, led by Corky Gonzales, organized this event in Denver, CO. The Chicano Movement was in full swing at this time.
The Youth Fitness project, I believe, was a nationwide project funded by the government to get kids to be more physically active. I remember that there were a bunch of activities that we participated in that were intended to gauge our physcical abilities. These included sprinting races, and long jump competitions. They were fun. I wasn’t at all athletic, but I enjoyed participating nevertheless.
I was a school safety patrol officer for two years in a row. Each year, we received a certificate of recognition for our efforts.
This is exactly what my patrol belt looked like.
I was a bright kid, and did better than most of the other students in my class. I think my teachers gave me lower grades than I deserved sometimes because they either didn’t like me or they thought I shouldn’t get all 1’s. It’s funny how those things mattered so much more back then to me than they do now. If only someone had told me that such things wouldn’t mean anything at all in time…
I was on this Little League team, but wasn’t present the day our team photo was taken. Included here are Bubba Fass, Davey Santander, Mugsy Olivares, Bobby Kivel and Freddie Corral, plus a bunch of guys who lived on 19th street. Bert Otero was our coach. I hated Little League, but stuck it out for two years.
Just thought I’d add this to give some perspective to what things were like cost-wise in 1970.

My sister Becky and her husband split up sometime in 1970. She moved back home for a while, and at one point got involved with people who were active in local issues. The El Rio Coalition was fighting at the time for a park and space for community activities. One day, my sister came home with a little pin and a book about Che Guevara. I didn’t really understand what this stuff was all about, but I kept the pin and still have the book. Here they are:

This belonged to my sister Becky.
El Rio protesters march to El Rio from Tully School on Tucson’s west side.
This also belonged to my sister. I don’t know if she ever read it or not.
This was a lot of fun. I was never great at it, but I loved to skate.
My sixth grade portrait. This photo was on display in the exhibit window in front of the main office when I was named “student of the month” by my teacher, Mrs. Darnall.
Mrs. Darnell was my sixth grade teacher. She didn’t like me much. She wasn’t my cup of tea either.
My sixth grade class. Lori Fibel was my girlfriend. She’s the fourth girl in the first row. She told me years later I was the first boy she ever kissed. She was likely the first girl I ever kissed too.
While I wasn’t good at sports, I loved to play tether ball, and there were several such courts on the playground. In the sixth grade, I was known as “the king of the tether ball court”. The only kids who could beat me sometimes were two girls named Edith Pringle and Gloria Contreras. They were both very tall, and it worked to their advantage.
I went to see this with a bunch of friends from the neighborhood. I was a tad too young to really understand the deeper meaning of the film.

American Beauty is my favorite Grateful Dead album. It was released on November 1, 1970. It would take me a few more years before I actually started listening to the Dead. My sister had one of their albums, Wake of the Flood, and I inherited it in the mid-70s but rarely listened to it. Then, my buddy Richard became a big fan and started listening in earnest, so I did too, but not as earnestly.

My brother Charles married Elaine Romero in November, 1970. They are pictured here with my uncle Donato and Aunt Mary, their padrinos.
My uncle Nato, pictured above, loved this song by Ignacio Lopez Tarso. It’s called “Dona Elena y el Frances”. I still have his 45.

John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band was Lennon’s first solo effort after the Beatles broke up. It was released on December 11, 1970. My brother Rudy loved this album and bought it as soon as it was released.

This song tears through all the b.s.
What a sad movie. Seems like everyone saw it. Released on 12/16/70.
Released on 12/23/70. I very clearly remember seeing this when it was first released.
Christmas Day, 1970. I’m here with my mom at Tony Galvez’s house. He and his wife later joined us at our house for dinner.
Standing are: Carlos Diaz, my brother, me, Tony Galvez, a family friend, my dad Alfred Diaz, Jesus Pesqueira, another family friend. Sitting are, Josephine Diaz, my mom, a little girl whose name I don’t remember, Tony Galvez’s wife, Delia Pesqueira, Jesus’s wife, and Elaine Diaz, my brother Carlos’s wife. Christmas Day, 1970.
Close up of me from the above photo taken in our family living room on Christmas Day, 1970.
My mom and dad, Christmas 1970.
Christmas, 1970 or 1971, not sure…
More toys from the 60s. I loved playing jacks with the girls next door!

All in the Family premiered on January 12, 1971. It became an instant classic tv sitcom, but when it first aired, I was probably too young to understand the satirical humor, and I didn’t like Archie Bunker much at all. Edith was a blast, however.

Two days later, on January 14, 1971, Ike and Tina Turner released their version of Proud Mary.
God bless Tina Turner.

Out there in the outside world, the Chicano movement was in full swing. Novels were being written, people were marching in the streets, and Chicano history was being documented. Music groups like Santana, Malo and El Chicano were very popular. This song is from El Chicano’s 1971 lp, Revolucion.

My brother Rudy and his wife took me and Freddie to see this at the Rodeo Drive-in. I was too young to understand what was happening. Boy, was I naive! Movie release date: 04-18-71.
My 6th grade school patrol certificate. If I remember correctly was named a “patrol captain” this year.
My last report card from Robison Elementary School.
This fun film premiered on June 30, 1971.
I loved reading comic books when I was a kid. I loved Archie comics the most.

I did really well this year, and almost got all 1’s my last quarter. Mrs. Darnall was one of those teachers who didn’t like me too much. This was the year that another student, Steven Fontes, beat me up after I pushed him on the playground. Mrs. Darnall was not very empathetic. She thought I was a big weenie because I couldn’t stop crying. That was another low point for me, but life went on and I’m still here. Steve isn’t. May he rest in peace.

My last attempt at baseball. Summer 1971. My brother Charles was the coach. It was a humiliating experience, and I never went back to playing it after this. I had other talents and pursued those things instead.
Our neighbor Dolores Jaurigue insisted that I take this picture. In the months that followed, I’d begin junior high school and a whole new world would greet me. I put away my baseball uniform and never looked back.
This ad came out in the May 8, 1971 edition of the Arizona Daily Star. I’m not exactly sure when I saw it, but I know it wasn’t at a drive-in and it wasn’t part of a double feature. This was a funny movie, and some of the sillier, salacious lines of the film have stayed with me all this time.
Joni Mitchell released her masterpiece, “Blue” on June 22, 1971. What an amazing album. It would be a few years yet until I fell in love with it.
I am not exactly sure when I bought this, but it was around this time. I remember it was at a bookstore called Focus on Books at 920 E. Speedway, just west of Park. I was with my two sisters, who were doing laundry next door. This was one of the very first books I ever bought. I don’t know what compelled me to choose this one. I kept it for a very long time, but I think I let it go when I gave a bunch of books away before moving to Michigan in 1987.
The Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour premiered on August 1, 1971. I would watch it every week. It was always a lot of fun and very entertaining. It lasted until May, 1974, the year Cher filed for divorce.

This album was released in August, 1971, just before I started junior high school. My brother Rudy bought it and we listened to it all the time. These guys were hilarious.

Stay tuned for Part II of My Life in Pictures: Junior High School… 1971-1973. Coming soon!

First grade, Robison Elementary School, 1965-1966

1965, first grade photo. It’s not included in the little yearbook that follows. Someone cut out my photo.

I started first grade in September, 1965. I was six years old. My teacher was Mrs. Goldbaum. She had been at Robison a very long time, and taught several of my older siblings. I was a bright kid and loved school, but I do remember crying on the first day. I was a big chipilon. I also remember reading Dick and Jane books and singing Frere Jacques in front of the class. My friends were Billy Fass, Larry Mendoza, and Hugo Ruthling. If I recall correctly, I had two little girlfriends, Roberta and Sue. One time in reading circle, they both kissed me on the cheek at the same time. I was in heaven. Another time, I was walking Sue home and my mom came by to pick me up. She said she came to get me but I told her, no thanks, because I was walking my girlfriend home. Mom got a big kick out of that and told everyone about it. Sue didn’t come back after first grade. Her family moved away from the neighborhood. She was a cutie pie. I made some lifelong friends in first grade and am still in touch with several of them. I can’t believe this was over 55 years ago!

I attended Robison from 1965 to 1971. My teachers were Mrs. Goldbaum, Miss Stevens, Mrs. Conn, Mrs Pilling, Mrs. Wagner and Mrs Darnall. Five of the six of them are pictured here. Mrs. Pilling was my 4th grade teacher and she was new that year and replaced Mrs. Leinhardt, who isn’t included here either.
Over the years, I was in the same classes as a lot of these kids. Most of them went on to Mansfeld Jr. High and Tucson High. I still remember most of their names, and some are friends on Facebook to this day. Here are the names of some of the kids I remember whose photos are on this page: Victor Rivera, Jane Cleary, Raymond Rodriguez, Cindy Zimmerman, Carole Ruiz, Bobby Felix, Jeannie McKaben, Ernie Moreno, Yolanda Gomez, Billy Hernandez, Mike Leskowski, Yvonne Virgil, Janet Harrison, Chuck Leon, Christina Linarez, Greg Gibson, Helene Diamond.
Mrs. Goldbaum, my teacher, also taught my brothers Carlos and Rudy, and my sister Becky back in the 50’s. My two girlfriends are in the third row from the bottom. Sue is the second girl in that row and Roberta is the last girl. My photo was just above Roberta’s, but as I said, someone cut it out. Here are some of these kids’ names: John DeConcini, Doug Adamson, Reuben Beltran, Laura Johnson, Ronnie Hale, Billy Fass, Olivia Contreras, Susan Wood, Larry Mendoza, Roberta Aros, Michael Pearlman, Linda Calloway, Hugo Ruthling.
Pictured here: Selina Suarez, Linda Lucas, Albert Soto, Oscar Munoz, Freddie Corral, Valerie Filip, John Maldonado, Tommy Kraft, Eugene “Mugsy” Olivares, Peter Otero, Sara Horowitz, Tommy Craney. and many others…
Pitured here: Cathy Paredes, Ernie Carrillo, Steven Fontes, Marion Franc Albert Yanez, Cathy Zimmerman, Jerry Mendoza, among others.
Included here: Susan Miner, Tommy Calloway, Debbie Romo and many others.
Included here: Elsa Montoya, Sandra Hernandez, Sandra Gardner, Ricky Fass and others.
Included here: Maritza Suarez, Rick Giglotti, Ruben Suarez, John Barrios and others.
Included here: Delma Rivera, Melinda Palacios, “Tiny” Romo.
Included here: Frankie Franco, Freddie Diaz (my brother), Cathy Carrillo, Brenda Jaurigue, Becky Romo and others.
Included here: Anna Marie Arenas, Mickey Lopez and others.

Included here: Xavier Suarez, Oscar Hernandez.
Included here: Chris Perez and others.

Our family vacation, Summer, 1966.

My dad worked hard all his life, but the mines paid just enough for a large family of eight to get by. Mom would have to work too at times, either at one of the local restaurants in town or at the dry cleaners up the street. To make matters even more challenging, Dad loved to gamble at the dog races. He usually came home empty handed, which always created tension between him and my mother.

My mom and dad in the mid-60s.

One day however, in the summer of 1965, his luck changed and he “struck it rich”. I can still remember him rushing into the house, saying, “Josefina, gane’, gane’!” (Josephine, I won, I won!) Soon after, he bought us new bedroom furniture, and had carpeting installed throughout the house. He even bought us a “new” family car, a 1964 Chevy Nova station wagon, just like the one shown below.

Our car looked just like this…

At the time, my sister Becky was in her senior year at Tucson High School, and my brother Rudy was a year behind her, while my other brother Fred and I were both in grade school. My sister Irene was busy being a wife and mother, and my brother Charles was about to complete the first of a four year commitment with the Navy.

My sister Becky’s senior portrait, Tucson High School, 65-66.
My first grade portrait, taken during the 1965-1966 school year. I was six years old.

We took a couple of extended trips in that car, including a visit to Flagstaff in the summer of 1965, where the big annual Pow Wow was held. (I’ll write about that trip another time.)

My brother Freddie standing by our car in Flagstaff, 1965.

The following summer we went on another excursion, this time to California to visit my dad’s and mom’s relatives and to see my brother Charles, who was stationed in Long Beach a the time.

There were six of us on that trip–dad, mom, my cousin Yolanda, Becky my sister, my brother Fred and me.

My cousin Yolanda

Rudy stayed home.

My brother Rudy during his junior year in high school, 65-66.

We drove through the Arizona desert for what seemed an eternity. I’m sure we stopped at various places to eat and whatnot along the way, but I don’t remember exactly where. I do remember, however getting my mom to buy me this postcard. It’s a miracle that it’s survived all my moves over the years and that I still have it. I loved this picture!

We finally made it to our first destination, Needles, California. My parents had lived there for a short while after World War II, and my dad had two brothers who lived there, his older brother Val, who ran a concrete/construction company, and his younger brother Ralph or Failo as we all called him, who worked for Pacific Gas and Electric. Both men had families and were married to some very nice ladies, my aunt Vera and my aunt Armida. Val’s children, Gabriel, Sylvia and Richard were all around the same ages as my older brothers and sisters, but Uncle Failo’s kids were around my age.

We stayed with Uncle Val and his family.

Aunt Vera and Uncle Val, 1966.
My brother Fred and I with one of our cousin Sylvia’s daughters and Richard, Vera and Val’s nephew, standing outside my uncle’s house. I don’t know why we were barefooted. It was 117 degrees. Our feet were burning!

Uncle Val’s kids had left home by the time we visited, but he and Vera raised one of Vera’s nephews, whose name was Richard. His mother, aunt Vera’s sister, had died at a very young age. We got along really well with him.

We also visited Uncle Failo and his family. Our cousins Dante, Clarissa and David were all around our age, and we had a lot of fun playing with them too.

My uncle Failo, Aunt Armida and their children, Danta, Clarissa and David.

Needles is in the middle of the Mohave desert and in the summer it is brutally hot, but the Colorado River runs through the region, and the locals love to go fishing and boating there. When we visited, we spent a day at the river, and I remember catching my very first fish, which we later cooked and ate. Freddie caught one too. I didn’t go too far out into the water. The undercurrents were deadly, and years before, my mother, sister and Aunt Corina almost drowned there. It scared the living daylights out of me.

From Needles, we headed up north to San Jose and San Francisco. My dad’s sister Josie lived in San Jose and my mom’s sister Dora lived in San Francisco.

Aunt Josie had six kids, Armando, Anna, Theresa, Debbie, Steve and Vicki. At the time, she was married to Joe Rubalcaba, whom she’d met in Tucson in the 40s. By the early Sixties, however, they had settled in San Jose. It was fun getting to know my cousins. Steve is closest in age to me and Fred, and we spent a lot of time with him.

We stayed a short while with Aunt Josie, and soon headed up to South San Francisco, where my mom’s sister Dora lived with her husband Armando and her four children, Margie, Richard, Tish, and Susie.

Aunt Dora and Uncle Armando had a house with a garage, and I clearly remember they had a small back yard. She was a bit stricter than my mom. I remember once that I wanted, after eating a nice cool popsicle, one more, and not getting it because she said no, in a very firm voice. I was used to getting my way and was not a happy camper. Oh well. My mother spoiled me, I suppose. I was always crying.

My cousin Susie was my age, and we had fun playing together. I remember seeing a certificate on my aunt’s wall that was given to her for perfect attendance in the first grade. I was impressed because I was always sick!

Susie Sainz

I also remember that Becky and Yolanda stayed up all night once playing Monopoly with our cousin Ricky and that he had all of the Beatles albums and more. Wow. We were in awe of him.

The San Francisco skyline, 1966.

Our tios took us into San Francisco one day to see the city. We went through various parts of town including Chinatown and also to the Haight Ashbury district to see all the young people hanging out. My parents referred to them as “esos heeppies cochinos”. All I remember is a lot of long hair and dirty feet. They weren’t very clean looking to me either. The photo below doesn’t quite capture what I remember seeing, but its from the era. The district was clogged with cars full of people just like us, coming to the Haight Ashbury to gawk at all the kids.

Later, my tios took my parents out on the town. The rest of us didn’t get to go, because they were going to a “topless” place and we were much too young for that. My dad couldn’t wait!

Mom, Dad, Aunt Dora and Uncle Armando out on the town.

My sister Becky sent my brother Rudy this postcard. I’ve kept it all these years. It’s a relic of the times!

After a few days, it was time to head south to go visit our brother Charles, who at the time was stationed in Long Beach. Becky, who had just graduated from high school, had also recently broken up with her boyfriend Eddie. She needed a change of scenery, so my mom and dad let her stay in San Francisco with my aunt and uncle. It was a major life change for her and for all of us, but she was eager to experience life in a different place. She found a job in the city and lived with my aunt and uncle for over a year. She remembers seeing the members of the Grateful Dead practice in a garage up the street from my aunt’s house, and seeing Janis Joplin at the Avalon Ballroom. She got to experience all kinds of great stuff while she lived there. She was lucky, for sure!

I don’t remember a whole lot about our trip to L.A., except that we had a heck of a time finding lodging along the way. We drove for hours before we found a motel that had any vacancies.

Once we were settled in L.A., we also had to figure out how to get to the naval post in Long Beach. We had trouble finding the right turn off on the freeway and we were late, but luckily, I was the one that spotted the street sign that we were supposed to turn off at, and we finally made it. Carlos was not happy, because we were so late, but at least we got to see him.

My brother Charles in 1965.

While in the L.A. area, we went to Culver City to visit my Aunt Vera’s sister and her husband. My Uncle Val and Aunt Vera met us there, and we stayed for a day or two. I remember tasting bottled water for the very first time while there, and that the houses had no fences. The back yards seemed like a giant sea of green grass. I remember too listening to the radio a lot. Songs like “Lil’ Red Riding Hood”, “Summer In The City”, and “Sweet Pea” were very popular at the time.

My mom and dad with Uncle Val, Aunt Vera and Vera’s sister and husband.

We didn’t go anywhere else after our stop in Culver City. Disneyland would have to wait. I remember that the drive home took forever and I also vividly remember hearing the news on the radio that eight student nurses had been recently murdered in Chicago by a guy named Richard Speck, the same day, July 14, that my sister sent the above postcard to my brother Rudy. I was a little kid and stuff like this made me very scared.

Another little memento from our trip…

It felt good to finally be back home. This was the only family vacation that I ever got to go on with my parents, and I’ll always remember it fondly.

As I look back on this time in my life, I realize that I was just a child, with a child’s world view. My life was consumed with spending time with my nieces and friends and consisted of toys and games and bicycles, with playing at the local park and going to school. I didn’t have a clue about what was happening in the world at large. I never thought about why our country was at war in Viet Nam or about the struggle for civil rights and the racial tensions in the American south. I didn’t know why America’s youth were rebelling, or why my brother Charles joined the Navy rather than wait to be drafted. It never occurred to me that the Navy was considered a safer branch of the military than the Army or Marines. Why didn’t he stay in college? These questions were not for me to ask, much less have answers to, and I suppose I’m grateful that I was allowed to be a kid at the time and that my parents took care of me in the best way they knew how. I’m grateful that Charles made it through those four years of the war and that Becky was able to “do her thing” as a young woman. We all managed to survive these years of turmoil and tension, experimentation and change, and I’m forever grateful to my parents for taking us on this little trip. For a seven year old kid like me, it was the trip of a lifetime.