I grew up in a small town in Northern San Diego County called Poway. I moved there with my parents when I was 3. They purchased a home in the Garden Road area of Poway on Frey Court where I ended up living for the next 16 years.
Poway was a great place to grow up with plenty of fun things for a kid to do back in the days when parents let their children do things out of their sight. There was always somewhere to explore, plenty of places to ride my bike, and many ways to get into "trouble".
I moved back East with my Mom in 1990 after graduating from High School. I've only visited a few times in the years since and I've seen through Google Maps and social media photos how much the area has continued to grow.
I recently purchased the Poway book in the Images of America series when I found it on Amazon. It includes a number of photos from the earliest years of Poway all the way up through pretty much modern day. The image reproduction is good and there are a good variety of shots from different parts of Poway.
I only found a few "nit-picky" errors such as the fact that "Pow-Wow Days" was the name of the parade and festival when I was a kid and it didn't become Poway Days until later. I think there are a few captioning errors on the photos or my memory of when things were built is a lot worst than I thought.
It was great seeing the history of the area, much of which I didn't know growing up there. The changes since I left make me really want to plan a road-trip out West to get caught up with all the changes. Maybe that will happen sometime soon.
The book also made me remember a photo I had scanned of a newspaper clipping from 1990 when I was 9 years old. The San Diego Union reporter had made a picture of me fishing at Lake Poway which my mom kept in a notebook. Here is the photo.
A favorite section of the book included photos of Lake Poway being constructed. It was always a great place to spend a summer day fishing and I'm glad that my mom took the time to take me either, then later let me ride my bike up there (quite a haul from Garden Road) to fish on my own.
No you can't go home again.. but a book like this can be a great trip down Memory Lane.