Prune picker

This is the blog site of an old man. As a native Californian I call myself a prune picker. I live in a fifth wheel trailer. My front door is 25 steps from my daughter’s front door in the Piney Woods of North Louisiana. My blogs are often silly and or trivial, and some times educational and serious. I hope that some are interesting. None are long.

Preparing these blogs seems to fill a need in my life. I am compelled to do it. It helps fill the time until I die. It gives me something to do everyday.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Broom making the old fashioned way.

Fiddlers and cloggers like clean floors. So they had a broom maker installed in the middle of the fiddle fest.

This really caught my eye. When I was 7 or 8 years old a man had a broom factory across the alley. I spent hours watching him comb the seeds out of broom corn and making brooms. It was a one man factory. I can remember his first name. It was Ward. It was fascinating watching him form a broom. He even had a label with "Pomona Broom Factory" printed on it.

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