I grew up in Anaheim, when it was strawberry patches. A few years ago, I had to go to a conference at the Disneyland Hotel. I got lost.
Absolutely can relate. We were Texas Dust bowl people, “Grapes of Wrath” stuff. My Grandmother worked in a Sunkist Lemon packing house 1 block from our house in Upland.Lemon Groves across the street from our school. My Mom got hit by one in the face by some kid throwing one when she was driving down the street while driving with her window down. We’d sneak of and have Lemon/Orange fights as kids until the farmers would run us off. In La Mirada, I’d watch the Disneylad fire works from my back yard. My older brother worked at Knotts Berry Farm
Anyway, most of the Groves are gone. One of my 1st jobs ever (which is one I forgot from my earlier post) was laying a water pipeline in the middle of some no place town called “Irvine”. nothing but Avocados and rattlesnakes then. we would sit under the shade of flat bed trailers to eat our brown bag lunches we brought to get out of the heat. I thought I was in heaven, because I made 100.00 dollars a week in the summer before I went into my Senior year of High School. I did get a good tan that year!