September 28, 2012


Jess Maldonado Gallegus

Great Grandfather, World War II Veteran, National Guardsman, Career Barber, and among the last of The Greatest Generation.

Jess was born in 1922 in Newcastle, California to Mexican parents, one of 15 brothers and sisters. As a child, he was a hardworking member of the family,

CLP Jess Gallegus

CLP Jess Gallegus

traveling and toiling across California’s farm fields, picking grapes, prunes, apricots, and cotton. He always said it was a difficult time, and never forgot those early years.

At 17, Jess joined the Civilian Conservation Corps., cutting trails and chopping wood in the Klamath National Forest. It was there where he first tried cutting hair. He was good at it. Barbering would become a skill that would support him through his military life, from his days at Mather AFB through his time as an Army Corporal during the war in Europe. He even bragged that he once cut Eisenhower’s hair.
In fact, at 35 cents a haircut, Jess came home from WWII, lucky to be alive, and with a pocket full of cash. In 1945, upon returning home he told the captain, “I’ve got a lot of money here, what do I do with it?” And the captain said, “keep it.” It was enough to jumpstart Jess on the postwar road to prosperity.
Jess, Michael, Manny and Jimmy

Jess, Michael, Manny and Jimmy

Being a barber, and the owner of many different shops and salons over decades, would support his family for a lifetime. Generations of men and their sons knew Jess. He cut hair for 60 years, a million haircuts, by some estimates.

Jess married the love of his life Helen Valencia in 1946. They met as teens a few years earlier at a Valentine’s Day dance. They are survived by three children, Susan, Jim, and Manuel, six grandchildren, and 4 great grandchildren.
Jess was clever, charming, corny, cantankerous, eager and wise. Everyone he met it seems, liked him, and wanted him to succeed.
His military service was very important to him. Like many from his era, he experienced more by age 24 than many men would in a lifetime. He carried a wisdom and maturity with him, and never took his success for granted.


May 14, 2009

(An eyewitness account of the Santa Barbara Wildfire as strong winds threatened to blow the blaze into the City.)

Santa Barbara is best known as a weekend escape from the smog and traffic of Los Angeles. Two hours up Highway One .. SB – ‘White, Quite and Wealthy’ .. I’d never ventured far from the tourist strip until a Wildfire threatened to engulf the City this week.

Employed by CBS News to film, edit and transmit footage for Correspondents Manuel Gallegus and Hari Sreenivasan – it was a ticket to the frontline of the Wildfire.  

'Give me your left shoulder forward!'

'Give me your left shoulder forward!'

Unlike Bushfires (Australian’s call Wildfires, Bushfires) I’d covered in Australia – most notable by their constant hot strong winds, the Santa Barbara fire was different. It rested during the day and came alive with the afternoon breeze, Santa Barbara locals call ‘Sundowners’. In Hawaii it would the name of a cocktail.    

The odd thing about covering fires in the USA is the unlimited access given to the ‘media’. While police road blocks prevented residents from checking on their homes – a flash of a your media credentials in Santa Barbara and you were free to travel anywhere in the fire zone.

In Australia – a Police road block is a road block and no amount of ‘fast’ talking will get you through. Thank God for the First Amendment – Freedom Of The Press.

But it’s a Freedom you don’t abuse. Covering a Malibu Wildfire years ago – a Police Officer waved me through a road block saying: ‘You now have the right to go and get yourself killed!’ And he was right.

It’s not until you drive the winding backstreets, roads, terraces and drives in the foothills of Santa Barbara that you comprehend the City’s wealth. Old money, new money .. does it really matter, it’s still money. 

(A tour through the burnt out remains of two Santa Barbara homes.)

No matter how many Bushfires, Wildfires or House fires I’ve seen – it still amazes me what survives and what melts. I’ve seen letter boxes untouched while to house is reduced to a concrete slab.

'The Burnt-Out Remains Of Two Houses'

'The Burnt-Out Remains Of Two Houses'






But, one thing that’s forever constant is the brave determination of fire fighters to save property – houses, cars, boats, sheds .. whatever. Filming from a house threatened by the Wildfire on Day Two – a Fire Captain told me: ‘We’re going to stand here and fight it .. we’re not going to let it get this house.’ They were unforgettable words in the face of frightening uncertainty. We left as the sky turned black or  as we say ‘from day to night’. The house survived albeit a little smoky, but unscratched.      

Here unlies a Wildfire secret not spoken about. The decision on what house will be protected and what house will not. Officially, houses cleared of vegetation are easier to defend than ones surrounded by trees and grass – and professional fire fighters make that judgement. 

Personal involvement, friendship, influence and association also play a part. At one house surrounded by trees and grass in the SB foothills, the owner admitted the firemen were there because they were his friends. Fair or unfair .. if you’re going to risk your life fighting a fire, you’d prefer to do it for a friend. 

When I told this story to a mate whose house is in a known LA City fires zone, he said .. ‘Thanks, I’d better go and make friends with some fire fighters.’