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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Friday, July 23, 2010

My Beloved Sister, Dallas.

This is my beloved sister, Dallas. I have not seen her for two years. I was startled, and sobered, by the changes that I see in her. She has lost a lot of weight, does not eat much, is tired all the time, and sleeps a whole lot. She will soon be 97. I can remember her as a teenager. When she was 19, I was 7. She was so lovely. She has always been a good friend and loving sister to me. I love her.

The house is her charming home in Oregon City, OR. Her son, Monte, and daughter in law, Lynna, live near by. Their oldest son, David Johnson lives with Dallas and provides almost full time care. He only works about half time so that he can be with her most of the time. Her family is taking such good care of her.

Dallas does not take any doctor prescribed drugs for any medical condition. I do so wish that her doctor could prescribe her a drug for the medical condition of old age.

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