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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It is 2468 miles from Woodenville to Ruston. But the Janelle, Matt, Winter, and Holy Wrock made it.
It was grand seeing them. I really appreciate all the work and trouble that Matt and Janelle did to visit us at his Aunt Kerry's house in Ruston. We really had a wonderful weekend. The two wonderful little Wrock girls won the hearts of their Louisiana relatives. Cousins can be fun.
I was really touched yesterday and was reduced to tears. My grandson and his wife, Matt and Janelle, brought a book that they had made of articles and pictures of Chris. Janelle authored the book using Shutterfly. They had copies for me and Chris's siblings. I think it is beautiful and I so appreciate their thoughtfulness.
I had a wonderful time this morning! My family and I visited the Russell Family Farm. Skip Russell gave us a great time. He loaded us into a livestock trailer. He hauled us through the gate and into the land of miniature horses, mules, and burros. He called them up with sweet feed. It was great fun to see them come running. My family really enjoyed it. There were six of my great grand children and eight assorted adults. The 14 of us had a good time. To top it off Skip took a group picture of us. I hate to see the bill.
Not much went on last night. My youngest great grandchild drove in from Franklinton. Actually her mother Katie drove.
She received a warm welcome.
After helping to greet Johnny Lynn I went to the Tech campus and saw a few innings of the Techster softball game against Fresno State and a few innings of the Bulldog baseball game against UTPA (University of Texas Pan American). UTPA is located in the Rio Grande Valley.
So there you are. A quiet evening in Ruston for the old Prune Picker. It is nice to be retired. An arrival of a precious little girl, a college lady softball game, and across the street a college men baseball game. And it was a beautiful evening, shirt sleeves at the games. (In truth it was a wonderful exciting evening.)
Rhonda was born in West Monroe about 29 years ago. She is known far and wide as a lover of puppies and helpless critters. That is probably why she gives me a big smile every morning. She opens the Jefferson Corner Chevron Station at 5 am five mornings a week. I am usually waiting for her. I think that she is a wonderful person! That is the typical smile of a North Louisiana Piney Woods native.
In this picture Rhonda is suggesting to a fellow Native of the North Louisiana Piney Woods the best way to care for little horses. The gentleman is Skip Russell who was Native #1 in this series of blog