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.

Monday, February 24, 2014

(Boy 3) Good old East Third.

I remember my stay (2 or 3 years) on East Third Street in Pomona, California as some of the best time in my childhood. Most of my family was still with Dad and I. Older sisters and their families came to visit. Thelma from Taft and Nita from Arizona. There were boys in these visitors. My nephews. Thelma's oldest boy Donald was just 21 day younger than I. Another two sisters lived nearby in Pomona, and Dallas lived with us. Dallas and my grand mother shared the one downstairs bedroom.

This would end with a trip for my brother Warren and I to the McKinley School for Boys in Van Nuys, California. This would end the busy family home. Just my Dad and I, with Warren who is four years older than me, in and out.

I recently posted about my stay on East Third. Here is the link.

In my next post I will review the happy days of East Third.

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