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, July 22, 2011
My Mountain Grand Daughter.
This is another beautiful picture of Corrie and Celia. They are out wondering around Jackson Hole, Wyoming again. They seem to always have a photographer with them.