prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

CAT scan. Good News!

A CAT scan indicated that my brain is not bleeding!. Probably will check again later on. I will keep a sharp eye out in the meantime for TIAs.   Such as 1. Right hand a claw. 2. Unable to speak clearly.

Thanks for your concern. I am fine.

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Drink of cold water and passed out!

Got up at 2 AM this morning for my every two hour piss call. Got my bottle out of the frig and took a larger than normal gulp of cold water. I immediately had a strong feeling of passing out and I hunched over the kitchen counter. A few minutes later I woke up on the floor across the trailer. I had passed out and hit the floor with enough force to break the skin on my head. The two pics of my head indicate that I hot solid and then skidded a bit to make the scratch.



These two pics are of where I landed. You can see the blood marks.



It is a strange feeling to come to after fainting. It takes awhile to realize what happened. I have passed out from esophagus spasms several times. The last time was six years ago. The times that I passed out before the last two times I was sitting down and did not hit my head. The fall in January 2013 caused my brain to bleed and in two months I had a stroke. Brain surgery was  required to heal the bleeding.

It would be smart to have my head xrayed.

Monday, January 14, 2019

Train ride to California. How come?

I leave Marshall, Texas  on Wednesday, March 20 and arrive in Pomona, California Friday, March 22. Two weeks later I leave Pomona on Friday, April 5 and get back to Marshall on Sunday, April 7. I will be gone from home for 18 days. Poor Patches, my cat. Home all alone. I know that Kerry and John will feed her while I am gone.


Patches loves my lap, but will not let me get near her when we are outside in the yard. She is a wild cat you know. Came out of the woods and moved in with me several years ago. But not in the yard.

I m going to California to attend the 100th Birthday Party for Jerondine Wright. Jerondine is the mother of my son in law Bob Wright. I have known this precious lady since her son dated my daughter in high school. It was in Coalinga, California. It was about 55 years ago.

Why take the train? Over the years I have came to not like flying. My first commercial flight was in 1951. I was flying from California to Houston for a Schlumberger trainee school. The flight was exciting for a 26 year old kid. The seats were comfortable. I remember a lounge at the rear of the airplane that had several chairs around a coffee table. It was the first Houston trainee school the company ever had. I was excited and enjoyed the experience. I now do not like flying at all. So restricted and cramped. I was seriously considering driving. I have done that three times in the last 12 years. And many times before that. In the last couple of years my eyesight has declined. My daughter asked me if I had considered taking the train. I considered it and was blown away. It sounded like fun and the youtube videos looked like fun. I would get to really see the country that I have driven so much.

I am excited about the trip and the birthday party. Will se some grand kids and great grand kids that I do not see very often.


 

Outlaws of Northern Louisiana.


Attended the monthly meeting of the Northern Louisiana Historical and Genealogy Society yesterday in Monroe.

Wesley Harris from Ruston gave the talk. Wesley has authored books on the subject and gave a very informative lecture. Much crime in the post civil war period in our area. Jesse James and friends spent winters in Louisiana and held up a stage or two.


Wesley is also an authority on Louisiana Tech Softball. He has given me many pointers on
the game.




Monday, January 7, 2019

TEXAS EAGLE

Texas Eagle is the name of the Amtrak train that comes South from Chicago and makes a loop through Texas on the way to Los Angeles.

On the evening of March 20 (72 days from today, but who is counting?) I will be on the Texas Eagle leaving Marshall, Texas. I will arrive in Pomona, California two days later on Friday at 4 AM. This is the last stop before Los Angeles. It is a handy spot for pick up and the start of  a two week visit to California.

I am somewhat familiar with Pomona. I was born there in 1925 at 1129 East Kingsley Avenue. The house was in a commercial orange grove. I lived in Pomona for 17 years. Then into the Army. Never lived in Pomona again. But the memories of those 17 years stay with me. I am a member of a FaceBook group named "Growing up in Pomona wasn't bad at all".  I have many many happy memories of Pomona.

Here is a photo I took of the Marshall Amtrak train depot. The photo was taken from across the tracks at the parking lot. (Free parking for the 18 days of my trip!) I have to take an elevator down to a tunnel and then walk under the tracks to the depot.


Another pic of the Marshall Depot.


Picture of the Texas Eagle route. Marshall, Texas is where the route turns West shortly after entering Texas. About a two hour drive from Ruston. Jackie and I have pilled our fifth wheel trailer many times over the route. I am looking forward to seeing it from the train. Memories.




Monday, December 31, 2018

Two lovely ladies.

I visited them yesterday. They are so lovely. Never seen them look better! Rhonda Ray and her Mom Rosa Blakley. Sweet friends.


Birthday 10 Party

Christian Steven Newberry my number 8 great grandchild. was 10 yesterday. There was a party to celebrate and I was there!

Time for presents.


Time for cake and ice cream!



If Christian keeps this up he will be as handsome as I am some day !


Vital Signs for December 2018.

Darn. My goal for weight was 210 by the end of the year. That would have been five pounds lost in December. But I only lost two. It is getting hard to loose weight. I will try for three pounds in January or 210 pounds by February.

No colds or such in December. Just the usual esophagus.


Friday, December 28, 2018

Form 52b--MEDICAL DEPARTMENT, U.S.A. (Revised October 25, 1940)

I was going through some papers the other day. I have been doing this a lot. I am trying to throw things out to save the time of people who will be going through my stuff after I kick the bucket, I found a copy of the subject form that had been attached to me when I was wounded on Peleliu Island. The form is yellow with age, With a magnifying glass I could make out some of the writing, It is dated September 28. I know that the year was 1944. It is 75 years old!

The card is 3 by 6 inches and had a string to tie the card to me. How did I keep the card for 75 years? I made a trip back to Pearl Harbor, then to Leyte. then to Okinawa, then to Korea, and then home. I went to college, Jackie and I raised four children, and then we retired and lived and traveled in an RV for 34 years. And I still have the card!

I can make out my name and rank (PVT), gun shot wound in each knee, Xray ordered, and something about gangrene.




After my buddies carried me down off Bloody Nose Ridge I was placed on a jeep with stretchers and taken to a field hospital.



Then to a hospital ship and to a hospital on Guadalcanal.. I am really impressed that I have the hospital card after 75 years.The card was the spark for this blog.  Guess I can throw it away now.


Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Christmas 2018

Here is a report on my Christmas today. I started out posting this selfie on Facebook (with seasons greetings)  and got a heart warming response.


After breakfast at Waffle House with John it was nap time until the Newberrys arrived from West Monroe. Then it was more food and presents.


Ross, Joy, Ethan, David, and Christian. Joy is holding a new puppy.




Ten years old and a new 22! What could be nicer?


The Newberrys invited Grandpa John and Grandma Kerry to join them them in a photo. The Old PrunePicker was the cameraman,




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