I asked about the Pico Palace because I wrote a short story yesterday about how a boxing trainer used to take us kids to box at the palace, among other places, back in the late '40s...The Pico Palace was on Whittier Blvd (north side) just west of where the 605 Freeway is now, somewhere close to where the steakhouse is now....The Pico Palace was a dance hall, like Betty's Barn in Irwindale...Besides dances, the palace also held amateur boxing about once a month. In Later years. the palace became a furniture store. At some point in time, it was razed down, I am not sure when that happened, though.

Dementia Up Front

 By kiki

There is nothing more horrible than watching loved ones as they suffer from dementia day in and day out. The disease will rob its victims of their dignity and self-pride, as they no longer care about their personal hygiene or their appearance.

They are no longer the person you had known for decades; yes, they may still be around you, and you may see them every day, but you are just seeing the shell of the person you once knew because dementia has taken that person's mind and soul away and just left a body masquerading as your loved one. And it's hard for non-medical persons to understand what the victim does or won't do.

 Seeing a once robust individual revert back to babyhood breaks one's heart. One of the hard things for the victim's loved ones is seeing them suffer as they go through hell and not being able to do anything about it. That feeling of helplessness can ruin relationships or, worse, kill you.

The one thing not to do is try to make the victim remember things as his memory is gone, and he will never get it back.