Chapter SixteenNEW DEBOE HOUSE, 2253 VETERAN AVENUE, HOLLYWOOD,
October 1928
“Ain’t it perfect?” Maw said as I stepped in the front door. “I didn’t want you to see it until we was done.”
Maw and Paw had bought a cute little hacienda-style bungalow right off Olympic. From Clara’s, a hop, skip, and a jump down Santa Monica Boulevard got me there in a few minutes.
Grace and Charlie had helped them move in. Grace helped Maw crochet some afghans, and they made braided rugs too. Maw bought some new dishes for family dinners, and she also planted a garden out back. She was so proud to have her own lemon tree.
“Come over and I’ll make us some fresh lemonade,” she said.
They’d bought a new dining suite, some nice side tables, and even a Telefunken in a carved cabinet.
The house was becoming
