Thread: Ramona, my home town.

Ramona is not my home town just like my wife is not my first love ( childhood sweet heart I call her ).
I moved to Ramona Ca. in 2007 and I met my wife in the year 1996. I was 32 when I met my wife and 43 when we moved to Ramona. either way I see my wife as my first love and I see Ramona as my home town.
Let me explain. San Diego is a town I first moved to in 1982. From '82 to 2000 I made several trips to Julian Ca up highway 67 which turned in to highway 78 in the middle of Ramona. I often wondered, looking at the wooden sidewalks and horse hitching rails all along the main street of Ramona if I might live here someday. I went to work for a company that handled telecommunications for ma bell. one of the C.O.'s (Ma bells main communication offices) was in Ramona which I helped build infrastructure and pull cable. Often times when I took a little break I would look at the houses along the street and wonder which house I might live in. this was between 1999 and 2000. in early 2001 my wife became pregnant and I had an opportunity to move to Scottsdale AZ. We lived in AZ. for about 4 years and had a total of 3 kids all born in AZ. We moved back to San Diego in 2005 and rented a beautiful house in University Heights. In 2007 the house we lived in and rented was going into foreclosure so we decided to buy our own place. My wife, not knowing anything about my love of Ramona decided that was where she wished to look for a new home. We have been living in Ramona for the last 3 years and while we have found a number of putzes we have found more than our share of the most decent people you would ever want to meet.
I tell you all this because I wish to introduce you to the caliber of people that live in Ramona, The average person who lives in Ramona is likely to do their own plumbing and fix their own car or tractor rather than call a plumber or go to a mechanic. Most Ramona residents carry a fixed blade on their belt daily and many have a gun permit for concealed carry. Crime is rather uncommon around here. It does happen but not nearly what happens in the big cities.
Let me get to the point. A young lady of about 12 years old who is a Ramona resident was visiting her Grandma in Texas. while the Grandma was getting gas at a local station a man with a gun tried to kidnap the young lady. The Grandmother, without hesitation, stood between the kidnapper and the girl and was shot for her bravery and selfless love for her Granddaughter. While this is very sad and troubling it is at the same time very heart warming. People like this exist in Ramona. Do they exist elsewhere ?
Here is the story:
Woman dies to save grandchild from killer - SignOnSanDiego.com

God I love this Grandmother.

Not to nitpick, but she was visiting her grandparents in Felt, OK. They were picked up from the airport in Amarillo, and the incident happened in Texas. There may be people like that in Ramona, but that grandmother was all Okie.

Mark,

That was nice to hear about your past. I would love to hear more interesting stories of people's past on this site. I would also love to hear about other nice places to live. Virginia is a nice place to be, but in general the people (including myself) that live and work here, are no longer exemplary examples of people I want to spend time with.

My dear Mark:

Forgive me for not responding to your sweet and heartfelt post sooner.

I have been in and out of my home office, on the phone long distance doing interviews, pumping out promotional material, articles, and working on my my stage commentary and narration in preparation for next Saturday night's big concert and opera production of Assyrian music in California.

The extra effort is worth it because of the deep love I have for my ethnic heritage: I am a full-blooded Assyrian and the love I have for who I am soars along with everything else I love in my life.

To write about love is hard: love of a woman, a child, a thing, a place. For to do so properly and effectively requires following the basic rule of good writing: Don't tell me, show me. Yet how does one show love in typewritten words, sentences and paragraphs? Saying "I love this woman" is not enough. Nor is saying "I love this place." You need more than that to pull the reader into yourself to understand why this love is.

You have more than told me about the love you have for this beautiful woman who is your wife. You have shown me, through your emotions, the deep love for her, that you love her more than your own life. That's how I love my wife and two daughters: more than my own life. You have shown me your love for your wife, yes. You have shown me pictures of the road you have traveled in your life. Shown me. That's fine writing, my dear Mark.

You have done the same with your love for this little place called Ramona. Wooden sidewalks and horse hitching rails along main street show me a crisp image of this place. The name Romona says a lot. San Francisco was my home for many years and I am familiar with both northern and southern California. I have heard of Ramona, although I have never been there.

A place, any place, has its share of good people and those who could be better. Of good things and some that could be better. That's reality, and I accept it. Yet I have always felt good people outnumber their opposites, and that good things do the same with their opposites. No, no one has told me this truth; rather, life has shown it to me. Life is the best writer I have experienced, because it does not tell. Life shows.

You have painted your life through the years, and now with this beautiful woman, in this place called Ramona, and done so with the hand of a master. I loved reading what you wrote about your wife and your home.

Regards,
Obie

The people you described remind me of the people of Hickory County MO, where I have 40 acres and am planning to build a modest home, they are friendly, self determined, self reliant. In the 10 + years I have had the place I have had a number of instances where I have needed help, fuel pumps on the truck, the truck gets stuck, the starter goes bad etc. and every time it has been someone I do not know that has come to the rescue. I applaud these people and await the day I become one of them. True salts of the Earth, almost everyone of them, there is always someone who will not live up to standards, in the city it is far too common, in this part of MO the no gooders are the exception rather than the rule as they should be. Heres to good people, they make great communities!

Originally Posted by Obie

My dear Mark:

Forgive me for not responding to your sweet and heartfelt post sooner.

I have been in and out of my home office, on the phone long distance doing interviews, pumping out promotional material, articles, and working on my my stage commentary and narration in preparation for next Saturday night's big concert and opera production of Assyrian music in California.

The extra effort is worth it because of the deep love I have for my ethnic heritage: I am a full-blooded Assyrian and the love I have for who I am soars along with everything else I love in my life.

To write about love is hard: love of a woman, a child, a thing, a place. For to do so properly and effectively requires following the basic rule of good writing: Don't tell me, show me. Yet how does one show love in typewritten words, sentences and paragraphs? Saying "I love this woman" is not enough. Nor is saying "I love this place." You need more than that to pull the reader into yourself to understand why this love is.

You have more than told me about the love you have for this beautiful woman who is your wife. You have shown me, through your emotions, the deep love for her, that you love her more than your own life. That's how I love my wife and two daughters: more than my own life. You have shown me your love for your wife, yes. You have shown me pictures of the road you have traveled in your life. Shown me. That's fine writing, my dear Mark.

You have done the same with your love for this little place called Ramona. Wooden sidewalks and horse hitching rails along main street show me a crisp image of this place. The name Romona says a lot. San Francisco was my home for many years and I am familiar with both northern and southern California. I have heard of Ramona, although I have never been there.

A place, any place, has its share of good people and those who could be better. Of good things and some that could be better. That's reality, and I accept it. Yet I have always felt good people outnumber their opposites, and that good things do the same with their opposites. No, no one has told me this truth; rather, life has shown it to me. Life is the best writer I have experienced, because it does not tell. Life shows.

You have painted your life through the years, and now with this beautiful woman, in this place called Ramona, and done so with the hand of a master. I loved reading what you wrote about your wife and your home.

Regards,
Obie

Thank you Sir. You do me a great honor.

I looked up Ramona, CA in google and it said it was a nice place but a lot of people cut their thumbs there.