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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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Chris and I together again, forever.

The ashes of my beloved oldest son Chris have arrived from the mortuary in California. They are in a brown plastic box 4 by 6 by 8 inches.  It is likely that Chris and I will share the 400 square feet of our fifth wheel trailer home until I die.

The ashes of my wife Jackie are in our gravesite at the Arlington National Cemetery. There is a reserved spot in the gravesite for a hole for my ashes. I am reasonably sure that Chris's ashes can be placed in that hole with my ashes. My desire is that a member or members of my family carry Chris's and my ashes to Arlington at a convenient time after my death.

Jackie, Chris, and I could be together for a long long time.

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