They’re all gone now there’s only a few of us left.” Everyone knew each other and helped each other out. “We were poor, in a way,” Quijada, now 92 and living in Oxnard, said, “but we were not poor in friendships. It was a tough, hardscrabble place - but also one, he said, full of heart and soul. He remembered the hobos who hung out at the nearby railroad tracks. He learned to swim in the nearby Ventura River, and fished for steelhead there all the way upstream to Foster Park. An ample measure of pride filled Frank “Barney” Quijada’s voice as he recalled the place where he grew up, the poor Tortilla Flats neighborhood in west Ventura that all but vanished years ago in a bow to what some term modern progress.
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