Category Archives: Janey Way Memories | By Marty Relles

Janey Way Memories #158 Snow Trips

The lush white snow that blankets the Sierra’s this month provides a pleasant respite from the bare brown dirt we saw the last couple of years.  It also brings back memories of the snow trips of my youth. When I

Janey Way Memories: Remembering My Grandmother

When I was growing up on Janey Way in the 1950s and ’60s, I spent a lot of time at my grandmother’s house on 52nd Street and 14th Avenue.  We were there for all the big holidays:  Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve

Janey Way Memories #154 Thursday Mornings at La Bou

I retired from service with the State of California in 2002 after nearly 31 years on the job.  I was just 55 years old. I hadn’t planned on retiring that early, but after having cardiac bypass surgery in September of

Janey Way Memories – Sacramento State College

Sacramento State College played a very important role in my life. When I was young, growing up on Janey Way, I often walked across Elvas Avenue, over the levee and onto its sprawling campus. There, I did things like playing

Janey Way Memories #152

The Old Armory

Last Thursday, as I returned home from my weekly visit to Fancy Feet Dance Academy with granddaughter Gabrielle, I drove by the old National Guard Armory on Elvas Avenue and J Street. Something seemed different about the old facility, and

Janey Way Memories 150 An Anniversary of Sorts

Today marks an anniversary of sorts for my column. On July 2, 2009, I wrote the first volume of Janey Way Memories: “The Story of the Janey Way Gang.” This column is the 150th volume. Much water, as they say,

Janey Way Memories #149

A Good Baseball Town

A guy once told me that Sacramento is “a good baseball town.” His reasoning went like this: The weather here is pleasant in the spring. It’s hot in the summer, but it cools off at night. The fall weather is

Janey Way Memories #148 “A Good Walk Spoiled”

Mark Twain said that golf is “a good walk spoiled.” Contrary to that notion, I love to play golf. I didn’t always feel that way though. I first played the game in the early 1960s when I still lived on

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The Perfect Cat At our house, we have the perfect cat. When we got her at age six weeks, she was a puff of white cotton with brown feet and tail and a little dark face: perfect Siamese markings. We

Janey Way Memories #145: Sleeping Out

When I logged onto my Facebook account a few weeks ago, I discovered a picture of my granddaughters, Gabrielle and Madeline, sitting in a tent, eating s’mores. I said to myself, “how cool, they’re camping out.” Sure enough, when I