This is the blog site of an old man. As a native Californian I call myself a prune picker. I live in a fifth wheel trailer. My front door is 25 steps from my daughter’s front door in the Piney Woods of North Louisiana. My blogs are often silly and or trivial, and some times educational and serious. I hope that some are interesting. None are long.
Preparing these blogs seems to fill a need in my life. I am compelled to do it. It helps fill the time until I die. It gives me something to do everyday.
Monday, January 26, 2015
This is where I visited with a friend through the chain link fence. My friend was Japanese. We lived in the same area of South Pomona. We would walk to school together. His home was on my way to school. I would stop at his house and we would walk together the rest of the way to school.
I do not remember his name. I wish I did. I would try to contact him.
My brother in law Butch started his 40 year police career in the area shown in the picture. This group of tar paper buildings was one the many holding areas for West Coast Japanese after Pearl Harbor. I must have been with Butch and he had my friend come to the fence and visit with me. This visit, the picture of my friend behind the chain link fence, has stayed in my memory.
The picture above really renewed the memory.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
When the Union Army lost the First Battle of Bull Run they withdrew all forces out of Northern Virginia. The Confederate Army occupied the area around Munson's Hill. Their sharpshooters could reach and kill many Union soldiers. With spy glasses the observers in Washington could see many ominous black cannon on Munson's Hill.
Soon the Confederate Army withdrew from Munson's Hill. Much to the chagrin of the Union Army the cannon was found out to be tree trunks painted black! The following song was composed.
Munson' Hill Nursery was in business until the mid 1900s. It is now under the city. The Munson's Hill Towers covers some of the land.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Thursday, January 22, 2015
With Mosby was John Munson. A boy of 16 or 17. He was favored by Mosby. He told an aide that he liked Munson to ride with him when he was planning a raid because Munson would not talk and disturb his thoughts.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
I hope that Kerry does not get it. The Doctor said for us to isolate her and to not get near her.
John bought my five day treatment of Theraflu Saturday morning. The cost was $38. He went to the same store Monday and the cost was $125. He asked; "how come?" They said because I was a veteran. I asked John how did they know that I was a veteran? That fact is listed on the form that I had filled out for a discount card for the store. Walgreens
Monday, January 19, 2015
Seattle is sort of my second home town. I was happy for them.
Super Bowl this year is kind of a East Coast vs West Coast game. I will have to root for Seattle.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
So Saturday morning John took me to the emergency room to see a Doctor. The Nurse swabbed my nose and ran a test. The test said that I had flu. On the way home we filled a prescription for Theraflu.
I was asked at least six times if I had had my flu shot. I was glad that I could say yes. And not get that "oh oh you should have got your shot!" look,
Today Sunday I have had my third Theraflu capsule. I am extremely pooped and do not feel good. Hope that I will feel better tomorrow.
Friday, January 16, 2015
The Police Station at that time was in the building in the picture above. Grim looking place, huh? Later on my brother in law Butch was with the department for some 30 years and I was in the building several times to visit him.
The present building for the department is shown in the picture below.
Looks a little jollier, don"t you think?
I walked to school (2nd or 3rd grade) with several other boys. We would cut across a lot with an unoccupied house on it. The owner was out of town for an extended time. We would look in the windows. It was mysterious to us. Finally we went inside and looked around. I do not believe that I was the leader. Probably not at the bottom of the company either. We took some things. I remember that I took a straight razor.
Crime does not pay!