Balboa















My Home In Balboa
712-D El Prado
Photo by Snow Frost
Balboa Area
Photograph Courtesy of the
Panama Canal Authority
Balboa and La Boca
Photograph donated by
Mike Laurenzi
Sosa Hill
Photograph donated by
Joe Duvall
Balboa City at night.
Photograph donated by
Joe Duvall
Balboa
Photograph donated by
Joe Duvall
Balboa Union Church
Photo by Snow Frost
Balboa Theater Special Ticket
Photo by Snow Frost
Balboa YMCA
Photograph donated by
Joe Duvall
Balboa Port Area
Photograph Courtesty of the
Panama Canal Authority
Balboa Ports
Photograph donated by
Joe Duvall
Balboa Clubhouse
Photograph donated by
Joe Duvall
Balboa Clubhouse in 1915
Photograph donated by
Joe Duvall
Balboa Commissary
Photo donated by
Joe Duvall
Balboa Bowling Alley
Photo donated by
Joe Duvall
Roosevelt Avenue
Photo donated by
Mike Laurenzi
Balboa Yacht Club
Photo donated by
Joe Duvall
City of Balboa under construction--before homes, prado trees.
Photo donated by
Joe Duvall
Balboa Union Church. The sanctuary in 1940.
Photo donated by
Lance Terrell





Balboa, is where I spent most of my life growing up. I lived on the Prado, right across from the Elementary School. Two streets, from Balboa High School. Rode my bike on the PCC Administration Building tier slopes, climbed most of the trees in the area, and treasured all the beauty of Balboa.

Balboa Theater---now that was the hightlite of entertainment to go to the movies. The popcorn bags were filled to the top with "real" butter. Super air-conditioned, that was such a relief from the tropical heat outside. The Saturday morning movies were great---Flash Gordon, Roy Rogers, and lots of Westerns. Seats were comfortable, and everything kept nice and clean. Various local events such as dance shows, graduations, talent shows---all at the Balboa Theater. Nice......




The PCC Administration Building was located at the end of El Prado, on Ancon Hill. The trees in the left side of the photograph, provided me many years of tree climbing pleasure. They were huge trees, and offered a lot of shade. I rode down the slopes of the hill on pieces of cardboard---that was the closest feeling I had to compare with a child in the United States on a snow sled. Also, as a teenager, riding down the slopes on my bicycle, well, that was one speedy ride.








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