prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. (91) I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Supper in Lake Arthur. Cajun Country.

When I worked in the The Woodlands, Texas for Superior Oil I would occasionally drive to Lake Arthur and ride a small boat out to oil rigs in the middle of Lake Arthur. It was interesting. I was used to oil fields in California with mountains or plains around. The Lake Arthur field was all water with well heads here and there. The man who drove the boat was a Cajun. I am sure that you have heard that Cajuns are something else. Well it is true.

The lake front pavilion looked like this.


The old pavilion was blown away. The present pavilion looks that this.




On our trip to Jennings to visit John's Mother we had supper in Lake Arthur with John's sister Jeannie and her husband and daughter. John and I had oyster poor boys.





It was interesting to see Lake Arthur again after 30 or 40 years. For John it was since he was in high school. Lake Arthur is about ten miles south of Jennings.

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