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, March 22, 2012
Heavy rain pond.
Night before last we got 5 1/2 inches of rain. Yesterday morning this pond had popped up.
This morning the pond was gone. This only the second time this pond has appeared in the five years that I have lived here. It is just off HWY 544 half way to Jefferson Corner.