prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. 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, May 5, 2014

(Petrophysical 5 ) Living in the The Woodlands, Texas.

Jackie and I enjoyed our years in The Woodlands. Kerry and her family lived nearby in Conroe. They had three lovely and lovable children. John, Kerry, Steven, Joy, and Katie were a lot of fun. We were together a lot.

I remember going to Conroe High School football games with John and Steven. You have heard about Texas High School football. Well it is true. The stands are packed. Spirits run high. The atmosphere is electric. A Texas High School football game is fun. I must say that it is the same way in Louisiana.

For several summers we would rent a house on the sand in Galveston. We rented way south of Jamaica Bay where the island was a half mile wide.


I can remember Jackie and I, our son Mike with a friend, and the Adams family of five filling the house. One memorable summer we had our niece Annie with us. Annie got a hook stuck in her hand and we took her to the emergency room. I just hate to see a child with something stuck in them. It makes my stomach turn. I remember John and Steven catching a baby shark. We went to an outdoor musical during a Galvestin vacation. It was Mame. The water in the Gulf was so warm. It was like a large hot tub. We found lots of shells.

There was a pond and a swimming pool not far away from our home in The Woodlands. We spent a lot of time there with Steven and Joy. What a lot of fun. One time a hard rain storm came up. We were there without a car. A neighbor lady gave us a ride home. I remember that the rain drops hurt on our bare skin. I remember Steven saying ouch!

Even in those days John Adams was a world class barbecue cook. We had many good meals at the Adams home in Conroe.

Once a year they held Dickens Days in Galveston. The city was full of 1800s buildings. They would fence off several square blocks and have stages with entertainment. I remember families all dressed up in Dickens era clothing. Have you heard a cockney accent with a southern drawl?

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