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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Saturday, January 29, 2011
My son Chris, in happier days.
This picture was taken a few years ago at Dana Point Harbor.
I want to thank all of my dear friends in Ruston and my family for their expressions of sympathy on the loss of Chris. They have been a blessing and a big help to me. God bless you all. Chuck