My parents bought a home in Bartolo Square in 1951. Awhile back, my mother wanted to see the old neighborhood. Were we surprised! Cars, cars and more cars. Totally unlike the neighborhood of the early ‘50s when there was one or two cars per household, and the garage was used for those cars.
Now Oxnard is considering allowing Bartolo residents to pave their front yards to ease the parking problem.
Why not enforce the single-family dwelling laws instead?
— Sharon Welty, Oxnard
Erick is right. Just like the federal government which cannot seem to enforce the laws currently on the books regarding illegal immigration, Oxnard is hopelessly lost in any effort to establish pretty much any type of code enforcement that would make a difference in these delapitated areas. Its a shame too. What about the hydrology...flooding...EPA requirements... They haven't thought this through at all. They're just pandering to the overcrowded, largely hispanic community. Oxnard has a lot more than just code violation problems, thats for sure.
A true story and my environmental poem.
I and a good friend walked the same beach we once played on as children a beach called Ormond Beach dunes, it was an emotional walk for me because this was the same beach my parents played on as kids and took me fishing and to play by the ocean as a child. We carefully walked the edge of the beach and the dunes so not to disturb the least terns and snowy plover and there nests. We were walking toward the power plant; built in 1960 it was built two years before my birth. As we walked, there were sights we couldn't ignore there was so much trash, debris and beach pollution all over the dunes, but one sight I will never forget about was a sight that I have had nightmares about since. It looked scary!! So big, bad and ugly. It was a large pile, and a collection of rust- and graffiti-covered buildings and a large heap that looked four stories high. It looked like a monster just ready to walk out to the sea.It was hard to think that this was happening in our home town for it was on this very same stretch of beach we both played as kids. As we stood marveling at the heap, I thought to myself we really shouldn't get any closer because it can’t be safe. It saddened me to think of why this could have ever happened in the first place. Is it realistic to think that we can ever restore it back to it natural environment, the stretch of beach that I once played on as a kid, So that my kids can enjoy the same beach? What are the lessons learned from companies like Valaco and how can it is prevented from happening in the future? I say let’s challenge corporate companies to make an environmental difference and be role models for our community’s before we let them open for business in the future.
My environmental poem
HAZARDOUS ORMOND BEACHO DUNES.
On the beach I once played
A meditative spot ~
An acre for a sea bird to choose
Would be my general thought ~
Oh the hazards I do say
I found them in the sand
It got buried up and gets covered up
Swept under the sand ~
How Hazardous the sand below?
How insecure the sea?
Should we dare to breathe air?
On this beach I once played "Oh" how I once love it so!
A place my children can not play hopefully just for today~
Tanya Nunez
Oxnard,
I and and my good friend Marhall Neal walked the same beach we once played on as children. A beach called Ormond Beach dunes, it was an emotional walk for me because this was the same beach my parents played on as kids and took me fishing and to play by the ocean as a child. We carefully walked the edge of the beach and the dunes so not to disturb the least terns and snowy plover and there nests. We were walking toward the power plant; built in 1960 it was built two years before my birth. As we walked, there were sights we couldn't ignore there was so much trash, debris and beach pollution all over the dunes, but one sight I will never forget about was a sight that I have had nightmares about since. It looked scary!! So big, bad and ugly. It was a large pile, and a collection of rust and graffiti covered buildings and a large heap that looked four stories high. It looked like a monster just ready to walk out to the sea.It was hard to think that this was happening in our home town for it was on this very same stretch of beach we both played as kids. As we stood marveling at the heap, I thought to myself we really shouldn't get any closer because it can’t be safe. It saddened me to think of why this could have ever happened in the first place. Is it realistic to think that we can ever restore it back to it natural environment, the stretch of beach that I once played on as a kid, So that my kids can enjoy the same beach? What are the lessons learned from companies like Valaco and how can it is prevented from happening in the future? I say let’s challenge corporate companies to make an environmental difference and be role models for our community’s before we let them open for business in the future.
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My environmental poem
HAZARDOUS ORMOND BEACHO DUNES.
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On the beach I once played
A meditative spot ~
An acre for a sea bird to choose
Would be my general thought ~
Oh the hazards I do say
I found them in the sand
It got buried up and gets covered up
Swept under the sand ~
How Hazardous the sand below?
How insecure the sea?
Should we dare to breathe air?
On this beach I once played "Oh" how I once love it so!
A place my children can not play hopefully just for today~
Tanya Nunez
Oxnard,
In 1951 a dollar was worth a dollar. Everybody could own a house.