Grandpa Leonard (the 3rd) had been a foreman on the tunnels of the 5 Freeway that passed high above Solano Avenue, towering even over the old Grammar school where Mom and the girls went to school. I have a few photos of him and his crew building the streets surrounding the Griffith Observatory. He died only months before I was born (October of 1947). From what my father had always said of him, he was a rough man disciplined his kids like a regiment of soldiers. Dad said the kids admitted that they couldn’t love him because he was so incredibly stern. His house in Pico Rivera is still there at the time of this post (2015). Aunt Patsy, his youngest daughter is still living in it. Grandpa Leonard used to lease the area by the river close to the house from the government. Among other things, He built a small apartment, a stage for my Grandmother to perform on and a hot dog stand. This was during the war and the boys were in Europe. Incidents that my father had told me about Grandfather were that he used to set up a boxing ring and promote fights. He also told me that he had a candidate for Governor who once did a broadcast from there. Rancho Don Daniel as they called it must have been some kind of place.