Prune picker

Prune picker is a Depression Era term for a native Californian. It was not a complement. In the thirties when I was a boy there were times that I was the only prune picker in a group. Everyone else had been born somewhere else.

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Monday, September 1, 2014

Odds and Ends.

This gentleman is dressed as a Spanish soldier in the Army of General Galvez. He is a grenadier. He threw grenades in addition to being a rifleman. His talk was very interesting. Spain was on our side in the Revolutionary War. Galvez fought the English in several battles and won every one. Ending with the capture of Pensacola. Galveston is named after the General. I did not know that Spain was on our side in the revolution.

My last lecture of the four days at the conference was the one indicated in the picture below. Mrs Gagel taught writing in a college for a long time and taught us a lot in 60 minutes. She was inspirational.

When I walked back to the hotel for the last time it was Saturday night and the Riverwalk was packed. The walks on both sides of the river was full of foot traffic. Full boats were going both ways on the river and the traffic was very high. The picture below is of the line of people loading on the boats.

Crying in the rain. When I drove home I visited Willis and the trailer park where Jackie and I lived for several years. This is a picture of site today. I can see the shed I had built in the backyard. My son in law John and I built that deck 28 years ago. The swing holder that I installed is still standing. The crossbeam is still intact.

I drove out in the woods to buy some Mr Early's Barbecue. We did that several times a month when we lived there. I was going to take a Mr Early meal home to Ruston. So sad! He was not open. Mr Early has passed away and his sons carry on the tradition of brisket, ribs, hot links, chicken, and banana pudding. Below is a picture of Mr Early's.

When I left Willis I drove to Huntsville and then east to Livingston. This is all very familiar country.
Jackie and I drove it many times. Many times pulling our fifth wheel trailer. A hard rain started falling. As I drove along in my car in the rain I started crying with deep sadness. I miss Jackie. I miss the old times. There must be a sadness from knowing that basically life is over for me. I have lived it. I have had it. My present life is full of family and friends, and I am busy and happy, but still it is not like the old days.

It was good to get home to Ruston and see the chickens. And family. There was a daughter, a son in law, two grand daughters, two grandsons in law, and four great grand children. Life is good!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Along the Riverwalk.

I walk for about 30 minutes from my hotel to the Convention Center. I walk along the Riverwalk all the way. Lots of beautiful scenery. Boat after boat full of people. Every so often a taxi boat comes along. For five bucks they will carry me to the Center.

It is quiet along the Riverwalk in the morning. There are many full-time ducks, pigeons, and sparrows.

It is busy in the evening.

This band played pretty plaintive music featuring pipes.

This band played traditional Mexican music. I like it.

This duck will eat out of your hand.

This boat is set up for a white linen supper for bunch of people.

The Riverwalk is really a busy lively place. Great place for people watching. It makes for a really interesting walk to the Conference,

I hope Skip checks my blog.

Learning how little I know about genealogy.

Having a great time at the Federation of Genealogical Societies Conference in San Antonio. I have told my family that the one thing I have really learned so far was how little I knew about genealogy. I have been inspired to dig in and learn.

Entrance to the Convention Center.


450 page syllabus.

Notice below the title of the lecture "How to properly clean a tombstone"

Not many technical meetings have a lecture on how to clean tombstones!

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Jim Spaulding. Sweet man. Good Friend.

My friend Jim Spaulding passed away on the 20th. He left his mark. He painted the Evergreen Coho Resort several times.. He spent many hours blessing my life with his company. Meals, walks and work parties. God Bless You, Jim. RIP.

This is a picture of Jim that I took in 2013 when I visited him in Eureka.

Two-thirds of the old waling buddies of Chimacum.

All three of the walking buddies of Chimacum.

Prune picker, Bill Friel, and Jim Spaulding. What happy days! We walked together for a dozen years or more. I cherish the memory.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Stopped for lunch on my way to San Antonio today.

I had lunch at the oldest barbecue restaurant in Texas. It is in the town of Lockhart. The restaurant has always been in the hands of the Black Family. The sign on the front says 82 years!

Every thing was good. I had the brisket.

This couple are from the Hill Country. We had a great visit.

There is a toll road going south from Lockhart. The speed limit is 85. If you allow ten per cent over you can set the cruise control on 94 and really make time!

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Prune picker blog going from one/day to one/week.

My first blog post was on April 11, 2010. I have been blogging for 1595 days (4 plus years). I have posted to my blog 2,322 times. My blog has been viewed 239,993 times.

My average posts per day has been almost 1 1/2. The averaged number of views per day is 150. I thank you for reading. I hope you have enjoyed my blog. It has been a source of inspiration for me and fun to do. My memory has been jogged so many times. I am pleased to have so many memories available now in print (digital).

I have two things that I feel that I must do. They are going to require time and my attention. I have to give something up. (I only have so much attention) So I am going to reduce my blog posts from one per day to one or two a week. I have felt driven to do a post each day. It is going to be hard to give it up.

The two things that I want to do are 1) write my life story and 2) complete as near as I can, some family trees. At the very least I want to do a tree for me and one for Jackie. My tree is not that interesting. Just a bunch of Munson/Monsons and Knowlton's back to England. But Jackie's tree will really be something. Irish, Swiss, Scottish, and Choctaw.

I think that I will take tomorrow off.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Gourmet Restaurant in Swartz, Louisiana.

A group went for a plate lunch at the swankiest restaurant in Swartz on Thursday. The gracious hostess escorted us to our table.

The entree was  Cheesy Chicken Spaghetti. Delicious, spiced just right.

The meal was topped off with a piece of Rhonda's Buttermilk pie. Hmm Hmm good!

The dining room now has nine chairs and three tables. Lots of room for the distinguished diners.

This gourmet restaurant is inside the Hart's Corner Convenience Store in Swartz, Louisiana. Plate lunch served five days a week. The best part of the place is the staff. Rosa Lee Blakley and Rhonda Michelle Blakley Ray.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

This Munson cousin bought his land from Stephen F Austin, the Father of Texas.

Henry William Munson was born in Natchez, Mississippi and owned land in the Alexandria, Louisiana area for a time and then joined the people who were answering the call of Stephen Austin for settlers to settle a huge body of land in Texas.

Henry William Munson bought land that was located next to land owned by Austin. He moved on to the land in 1824. He paid one dollar per acre, payable in a year. It was prime land picked out by his friend Austin. It was located inland from Freeport, Texas in what is now Brazoria County. This is close to what is considered to be the birthplace of Texas.

With 20 slaves Henry built a successful cotton and cattle ranch. He named it the Oakland Plantation.

He had lived near Oakland Plantations in Mississippi and Louisiana. He lived an active life and fought in the Texas Revolution. He die at age forty in a cholera plague in 1833. I have a great grand father who died that same year in Kentucky from a cholera plague.

The family still has the ranch. In recent years they have donated 10 acres for the establishment of a historic park. It is in Angleton and is named the Henry William Munson Park. A 70 foot concrete statue of Austin has been placed in the park.

There is a lake that is shaped like the map of Texas. I guess that I will have to go see the park. You do not see a lake shaped like Texas every day.

Henry lived a busy 40 years. Lived in three states, fought in several battles, and established a ranch. He found time to father eight children. His death bed request was "educate my children". They were.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

My cousin was a Senator of The Republic of Texas.

When Texas was annexed by the United States in 1846 a Munson was there. In Volume II of the five volume set of The Munson Record on page 871 the following is written.

Henry J Munson b 26 Jun 1807 d 11 Aug 1863.
Received a Medical degree from Fairfield Medical College,
He practiced in several cities. The last was in Caldwell, Texas.
He was a Senator in the The Republic of Texas when Texas became part of the United States.

The citizens of The Republic of Texas were called Texians. Henry was one. Caldwell is close to College Station. I will be driving through College Station on the way to San Antonio next week.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Gone To Texas.

Have you ever heard that old expression? Starting early in the 19th century many people moved from the East and the North to settle in Texas. They would paint "Gone To Texas" on their abandoned homes and fences so people would know where they were.

Well next week I will be writing that phrase on my trailer and blog. But it is only temporary. I will be back the following week. I did enjoy my ten years of living in Texas and am excitedly looking forward to my visit to San Antonio.

Between walks to the Alamo I will be attending lectures at the FGS Conference. The Conference will be held at the Henry B Gonzalez Convention Center.

In 1985 (my last year of working) I attended an oilfield convention in this building. It will be interesting to see it 30 years later. My how time flies! I will ride a river boat again.

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