...brings back memories.
My grandparents lived here from the 1930's up to the mid-1970's. The place is a GORGEOUS Spanish Mediterranean style house, worth WELL into seven figures, now. The folks gave it up because rising property taxes on it would have threatened gramps' ability to support them after retirement.
Now, if we could have seen the future with a little more clarity, MY parents would have pitched in and paid those taxes outright just to keep the place in the family. Alas, it's all water under the bridge, now, but at least the intervening owners appear to know what they have hold of, and have kept the place up very nicely.
Well...except for the avocado grove out back. Looks as if that's all been sold off, now; cut down to enlarge the church parking lot next door. Oh, wait! Maybe not quite! Yes, on closer examination it does appear that there MAY yet exist ONE lone avocado tree out back of the duplex next door.
Anyway, at the back of the long driveway, just off to the left, the old neighbor lady, one Bernice Moore, used to have a large, spreading guava tree. She and my grandma would harvest guavas every year in season, and my grandmother would make guava jelly.
O frabjous day!
Guava jelly is a seminal ingredient in the most supreme PBJ sandwich you'll ever taste, and I ate LORD knows how many growing up. In modern MBA-speak I'd be tagged a "Subject Matter Expert." For our purposes, though, my simple assertion that guava jelly and peanut butter sandwiches reign supreme over all other PBJ formulations must suffice.
I commend the experience to your palate, and adjure that you not hesitate to partake thereof should the opportunity arise.
You don’t like strawberry w/your PB?
We lived in Chula Vista from 1970 to 1975. Never such fruit ...
My mother and her friend bought an apartment building in a part of town where nobody spoke English - my brother and I and the other kids had to talk to the tenants - and it had orange, lemon, and pomegranate trees on the lot.
If you’d known about Prop 13 ...