It's the last week of school for the town's senior classes. Finals, Disneyland, Senior Fun Days, and Grad Night mark the end of their journeys through high school. Tying off all the loose ends and saying goodbye to faculty and friends.
Nearly 25,000 people will make their way to Manteca this weekend to take part in the Not Forgotten Memorial Weekend events at Woodward Park. Seven thousand crosses will be on display to represent the brave men and women that have given their lives in service of our country since 9/11. Our once small town is home to largest Memorial Day celebration west of the Mississippi River. This is one event we should not only take pride in, but participate in.
One of my earliest memories as a kid in Manteca was watching the day's events on Fourth of July. I ran into Josh Hebert in Home Depot on Wednesday. He remembered how the fields behind Lincoln School were filled with what seemed like the entire town. Blankets, picnic baskets, Frisbees – and most importantly – events. Teams of fireman would compete in a Muster Competition: Ladder climb, hose roll, bucket brigade plus a waterball event that involved a ball suspended from a cable 15 feet off the ground, with teams at either end attempting to spray the ball across the other ...
I asked a handful of Mantecans to give me a short story of their mother. Just a little sentiment to shed light on the women that carried them for nine months. The women that fed them, clothed them, taught them, consoled them, and gave them life. Some sentiments were short and sweet, others absurd and hilarious but all conveying one message – we love our mothers.
It sits in the northeast corner of Main and Yosemite, acting as the heart of town, reminding us where Manteca started. I'm told it once sat across from Joshua Cowell's original homestead here in Manteca, a town he founded. It has had numerous inhabitants over the years from Wrigglesworth's to German Glas Werks, Peggy's to The Strop Shop, and a multitude of businesses long, long before my time.
This Saturday night the MYSA (Manteca Youth Softball Association) holds their Annual Rib Dinner Fundraiser at the MRPS Hall from 6 p.m. to midnight. Tickets are $30 in advance and $35 at the door. All you can eat ribs by Fagundes, Raffle, No Host Bar, and Dancing....for tickets: firstname.lastname@example.org
Aaron Goodwin has been spinning records in our town since a piece of linoleum purchased at TG&Y served as his dance floor. From Rainbow Girls dances at the Masonic Temple in seventh grade to Golden West School functions at the request of his teacher Don Halseth, Goodwin cut his teeth on Manteca dance floors and has parlayed his love of music into one of the most recognizable voices on the radio dials.
There's nothing like an engagement party to start the spring season. A renewed vigor spurned by the company of love and hope – and a few cocktails to encourage heady conversation. The home of John and Jacque Riella was the place; the upcoming marriage of their daughter Janelle and fiancé Jan Schwarz the occasion.
Has the Manteca Police Department gone to the dogs and cats?! Not yet, but possibly soon according to sources. The state-funded group "Alternative Species Support Units" has tabbed Manteca as the site for its initial test run. The Alternative Species Support Units has been working for nearly five years on utilizing the talents of different animal species within the police force. "The cat is a wonderful option, sleek and much more covert, we seek to use their natural feline abilities to help aid us in day-to-day patrol," A.S.S.U. Trainer Frank Drebin stated. The Cat has a longer ...
Monday was Cpl. Charles O. Palmer's 43rd birthday.
A strange and wonderful thing happened to me recently, and all it took was this column – and years of being a pain in the butt.
Cut grass, new uniforms, smiling faces, and hope. These are the main ingredients to the beginning of baseball season - for all ages. Seeing the pictures of the 75th installment of the Manteca Little League Opening Day Ceremony made me very jealous. Those were hands down the greatest days.
On the 7th column he restedPhew, how did Pat O' Leary do it?! I'm only seven columns in and my index finger is sore, an unfortunate circumstance of being a chicken pecker that never learned to type.
The almond trees are blossoming, the bees are buzzing – and garbage and dogs are being dumped in the countryside. Nothing says Ansel Adams or Thomas Kinkade springscape like a 26-inch broken Zenith lying next to an old dresser by the side of the road. It seems every year around this time, someone's spring cleaning discards become a part of rural Manteca. Do people not know about the dump? Or the fact that the city will come to your house once a year for large disposals?
Long, long ago in a Manteca far, far away, I'm told of the 25-cent haircut. Even as a young boy in the 1970s that seemed to be the greatest bargain ever. During my childhood, Manteca offered a few spots; Dan's Barber Shop and Sadies come to mind. All the women in my family went to Sadies, which is why I wouldn't.
In attempting to write a column in regards to the homeless ordinances that have been passed – and its subsequent backlash, I realized that even written with kid's gloves – made of angels' wings and butterfly kisses – someone is going to be unhappy with it. So I'm just going to take the gloves off, and say some of the things nobody apparently wants to hear.
I went to the Raiders game over the weekend with a couple of old friends, Steven Strawser (U.S. Army veteran) and Jess Grande (U.S. Marines veteran). The Marines celebrated their 239th Birthday on Monday and Veterans' Day was Tuesday.
It is 5:47 a.m. on a Thursday morning, and I am on Day 5 of a heated argument. Not with a girlfriend – I've learned long ago to cut my losses short in that department. Not with a member of my large Portuguese Catholic family – I've watched the show Game of Thrones and choose to keep my head. But with a group of people I hardly know and in a place that doesn't matter.
Let the candy grab begin. Kids will spend the night filling bags. Adults will spend the next week sneaking into those bags – and don't for a second act like you won't.
You would think after a life spent on a farm, I would have developed an affinity for all types of livestock.
Tuesday night saw the 15th Annual MAMA Awards come and go. The Modesto Area Music Awards are the 209's version of the Grammy's with all the pomp and circumstance to boot.
On Oct. 25, inside the St. Anthony's gym, a memorial alumni basketball game honoring the memory of Maureen "Moe" Iorio will take place.
EDITOR'S NOTE: Manteca to a T columnist Chris Teicheira is stuck on a tractor somewhere, so he commissioned Jacob Lile, a Golden West and East Union graduate, to guest write this week's column.
I recently did a little bird-watching in Manteca. Not at Caswell Park or some country field, but right in the middle of town. The Chevron at the corner of Yosemite and Spreckels is my preferred watching habitat. It was 6 a.m. and the coffee lineup was full. That's when I spotted one. "Lots of bad stuff in the paper lately. Manteca sure isn't how it used to be."
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