Gosh…am I glad we’re not still in Southern California. That’s where I was born, yea verily. Though I grew up overseas — in Saudi Arabia — when my father retired, we moved back to the States, where we ended up in Long Beach, part of the vast L.A. sprawl.
Never cared for Southern California, myself. Smog is not to my taste. Nor are the noise and the traffic and the overall atmosphere of Looney Toons. But boyoboy! Today those fires would tear it for me!
I imagine my mother would have packed us up — well, “us” would have been “her and me,” since my father continued to make a living going to sea with the Merchant Marine — and we would have headed up the coast to the San Francisco Bay Area. She would have barged in on our relatives in Berkeley, and there we would have stayed until the drama subsided.
They would have put up with us for awhile, I expect: a couple of weeks, probably. Much longer than that: ???? Unknown. But I suppose if she were really scared, she could have rented a motel room for us.
Anyhow…awful glad not to be there now!!