Today we have the Music in the Park concerts to entertain us on summer Sundays. In my youth, our family had to venture no farther than our front porch to get a free concert in the open air: the mellifluous sounds of the musical Marsteller family, practicing wind and brass instruments, often together, in their Paulette Place living room. The Marstellers' open windows and a quiet neighborhood not yet assaulted by the noise of the soon-to-be-built 210 Freeway made for a great listening experience.
The Marstellers moved onto the block in the late 1950s, just weeks before we arrived. Bob and Lorraine were the parents of three: Loren, Marlys and Duane. Loren was in the same class as one of my sisters and Marlys was a bit ahead of me in school. It was Marlys who advised me during my earliest elementary school days — in what I recall to be a somewhat serious tone — that I really should learn to play the flute one day, her instrument of choice.