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: email@example.com
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.
It is with a heavy heart that I write this week's column. The unexpected loss of family member Janet Teicheira on Friday morning has left us in a state of mourning and disbelief. Janet is my father's first-cousin; they were a few months apart in age. That fact alone made her much more an aunt than a cousin. Being part of a large Portuguese family, you are taught generational respect at an early age. The Teicheiras of my dad's generation (the third in Manteca are more like aunts and uncles and the generation above them were revered ...
I've recently encountered a strange new phenomenon sweeping the community. It goes by several names: "I was never Here-itis" or "Don't use that Quote-emia." Some people stricken by this don't realize for a day or two and then catch "Post Event Regrettia." The personal satisfaction I receive upon getting a phone call or text the next day, the one informing me "I wasn't there – keep me out of the column," is very short-lived. For one, I'm quite adept at reading the room and am not looking to cause collateral damage with this column. Secondly, and ...
A sincere thank you to everyone that enjoyed the first installment of "Manteca to a T." Hearing from my Grandmother that Earl "The Pearl" Pimentel was proud of his former student's column or being forwarded a message from coach Joe Handy – "Teicheira you're like a Virginia Slim. You've come a long way, baby!" – had me walking tall and proud for a day … until I stopped by my mother's house for dinner Friday night.
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."
I was watching football with friends recently when an old high school buddy's 7-year-old daughter let me know "I'm the fastest in my class - .even the boys!" I thought aloud, "Must be fun never getting caught at Tag." To which she responded, "We don't get to play Tag anymore." Talk about sucking the air out of the room. I should've just stayed focused on the Raiders taking another beating but I needed resolution, so I asked her why?
Looking at my mother you'd never guess she has a 35-year-old son. She does – but my brother Richie has nothing to do with me turning 42.
September has arrived, and for farmers across the San Joaquin Valley that means one thing – harvest time.
It seems that everywhere you turned this summer, somebody was filming part of a movie right here in Manteca. Whether occupying a local gymnasium, hospital or grocery store, Manteca was a destination spot for several filmmakers.
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