Prune picker

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

Los Angeles County Fairgrounds. Pomona, California. 1942.

I came across this picture the other day on the internet.


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

Techsters beat Rice! 88 to 71.

Finally got to a basketball game after missing for a week (Flu). The Techsters are improving. They are fun to watch.




Four tuba game.



Right ear is listening to music? during the game? (Probably listening to the Bulldog game.)

 

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Munson's Hill

In 1851 a farmer from New York established an extensive nursery on a hill in the Falls Church area of Virginia. The farmer was a cousin of mine named Daniel O. Munson. The hill was a few miles out of Washington, DC. The hill was named Munson's Hill. The nursery was Munson's Hill Nursery.

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

More good looking chicken pictures.

Once in a while I get some good pictures of John's chickens. We get five eggs a day!


A close up of the odd couple.





She talks to me.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Civil War Battle of Warrenton Junction, Virginia.

Warrenton Junction is west of Washington, DC. In 1863 Mosby's Raiders attacked a Union Force there and had them surrounded. Everything was going their way. Then the 5th New York Calvary came to the rescue of the Union troops. They surprised the Mosby's Raiders and killed many. The rest took off. Mosby was wounded.



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.


Munson and Mosby.

Captain Frank A Munson was with the 5th New York Cavalry. I do not know if the cousins knew that the other was there. I wonder if they shot at each other. They knew after the war because it was in the literature about the war. I am sure that there were many Civil War battles with Munson/Monsons on each side. It would be an interesting subject to explore.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Cousin John was one of Mosby's Raiders.

Mosby's Raiders was the 43 Battalion of the Virginia Cavalry. It was a behind the lines partisan (guerilla) striking group authorized by the Confederate Congress. The commander was John Mosby shown in picture below.


Good looking dude, huh? Here is a couple pictures of Mosby with some of his 400 troops. He is the fourth from the left in the middle row. Once leaning on his right elbow and then his left elbow. Slight change in the troops.



There is a stalwart young man on Mosby's right in both pictures. In the first picture his hand is on Mosby's knee. That young man is my cousin John Munson.


John later wrote a book with the title "Memoirs of a Mosby Raider" Good read.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

The worst night of my life!

This is the comment that my son in law John said about Sunday night. That was the first night of his flu. Coughed, had chills, fever, could not sleep at all. Yes, he had taken his flu shot. He finally got up and went to the clinic.  Early Saturday morning I woke John up to take me to the emergency room. My first night of the flu was Friday night. (The worst night of my life.) I feel so bad. John was so nice to get up and accompany me to the hospital and drug store. And then I gave him the flu! John does not need any enemies with friends like me.

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

Vital Signs. January 1 to January 19 (covers first four days of flu)

The first day of flu was the 15th. Temperature was 97.7. Temperature jumped to 100.8 the next day. During the day I read 102 one time. Temperature this morning was  98.4, which is normal. I feel better and I am not as weak as yesterday. Notice my steps yesterday was only 600. I made three round trips to the big house next door. Had to watch the games with John. Slept through a lot of the action.

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

Yes, I took my flu shot, And got flu,

Friday I got the flu. How did I know? I googled flu signs. I also googled treatment.  The best treatment is a five day treatment of Theraflu. Theraflu requires a Doctors prescription.



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

My confession is in the Pomona Police Department.

When I was seven years old or so a Pomona Police Officer came to my home on East Third Street. He recovered some stolen property from where I had put it and took me to the Police Station. I guess that I knew how to write. I wrote a confession and signed it.


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.


That does not seem like me does it? I put it under the steps to the back porch of our home. The Policeman came some time later. I had almost forgotten that it was there. I remember that the Policeman was  a kindly man. He did not handcuff me. There was no penalty. He gave me a stern admonition and filed my confession. The crime was 83 years ago. I do not believe that I ever again strayed from the straight and narrow.

Crime does not pay!
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