Shortly after my parents arrived in America they lived in Boyle Heights, their first child, died a baby, is buried there in the family plot of the lady that helped care for him because my parents were so poor and the lady loved him so much, her name was Boyle. Back in the fifties it was a nice place, by the late sixties it wasn't safe for them to visit the cemetery anymore because of the Black gangs. Now even the Blacks have been pushed out.