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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Thursday, June 30, 2011
View from my grand daughter, Corries's front porch in Jackson, Wyoming
Photo courtesy of my daughter, Nancy. Down the hill at the curve is the entrance to the National Elk Refuge. Every winter thousands of elk are there.