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, November 26, 2010
The names of the people in the picture by front row, middle row, and top row, from left to right are;
Front row: Uncle Harold Haight, Uncle Francis Willard.
Middle row; My Mother Olive, Grandfather John Edwin, Uncle Warren Gray, Grandmother Ermina Delphine.
Top row; Uncle Clifford Hale, Uncle Jesse Lewis, Uncle Leon Mathew, Aunt Marjorie Adela.
I never met my maternal grandfather as he passed away a year before I was born. I met all my uncles and Aunt Marjorie. I spent some time with my Aunt Marjorie and Grandmother Knowlton.
The Knowltons all tended to be nice people.
Posted by Chuck Monson at 1:51 PM