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, January 7, 2011

Mary Sue Davis

I had an enjoyable visit with Mary yesterday. She is an old friend from the Senior Lunch scene. She and her husband Bill and I shared many experiences watching the Lady Techsters play basketball. Mary and I also have the same model, year, and colored Toyota Camry.

Last March Mary suffered a very severe stroke. The stroke was very close to being fatal. Mary has recovered very much. She still can not speak very well and can not use her left arm and leg. But she can take care of herself, dress herself, and feed her self. She can really pump herself down the hall in her wheel chair.  For a month or so after her stroke she could not eat and was fed via a tube in her stumach.

We are all so very thankful that she has recovered as well as she has. Her smile is a radient as ever! I really jabbered to her at great length about my many adventures. I think that she enjoyed my visit. I know that I did.




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2 comments:

  1. Papa, I dont think you could be any sweeter

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  2. Thanks Annie. I could do so much better!

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