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.

Thursday, August 15, 2019

Big excitement in my Genealogy Department!

Donna Sue my niece in Ventura sent me a family bible. Thank you so much Donna Sue! It is the Knowlton Family Bible. It was a 1870 Christmas present to my Mom's Grandfather. It is almost 150 years old. It its surely the oldest thing in my trailer. It has been well used. The three pictures below indicate some of the data that is contained in the Bible. I have to get the old photos in my tree. Also the data that I do not have.

My ordinary sized Bible is shown with the Knowlton Bible. It is 10 by 12 by 3 inches and weighs 9.4 pounds.

This photo may give a better impression of the size of the Bible.

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Mark reaches Canada. To head for Maine!

Hope the snow holds off.


Thursday, August 8, 2019

Salt pork 4 1/2 cents per pound.

I remember a very poor time (during the great depression in the 1930s) in my life when salt pork was 4 1/2 cents per pound. I have coffee on Wednesdays after lunch at Cranford's Northside.  I noticed this item for sale.

It was salt pork for $8.99 per pound. That is an increase in price of 2000 per cent! That is in roughly 80 years.

My Dad and I were living in a room adjacent to an apartment where my oldest sister Nita and family (spouse and seven children) were living. Dad and I ate with Nita's family. The place was an old empty store just off the railroad tracks.

Nita fried the salt pork (no meat in it) and made salt pork gravy and lots of biscuits. The gravy and biscuits were our meals for three times a day. Sometimes we had potato soup. (thin with just potatoes and tomatoes)

This is the last place that my Dad and I lived together. This time ended sadly. My Dad had a bad stroke that left him paralyzed on one side for the last 17 years of his life and I went to George Junior Republic in Chino. A semi reform school for boys. (Really was and is a good place)

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Mark past Mt St Helens. Near Mt Rainer.

Moving along. Some recent Mark photos.

Upstream bridge into Washington.

2000 miles of the 2500.

Mt St Helens.

Sasquatch country!

Saturday, August 3, 2019

Down the Columbia River Gorge and into Washington.

Yeah! Mark has only one state between him and Canada. Mark has ran across another Quilt Barn Trail.

This friendly dog guarded Mark's bike while he was at lunch.

Thursday, August 1, 2019

94 years and one week old party.

My family gave me a wonderful party in honor of my 94th. It was a week after my birthday. I was in Wichita on my birthday. Had a sorta birthday party there. My94th has been well recognized.

Here is my grandson in law David Newberry cooking,

At my request I had a wonderful kraut dog.

Hostess was my granddaughter Joy Newberry. I rocked her as an infant.

Here are all the men at my party. Ross, David, Prunepicker, Ethan, Christian, and son in law John.

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Vitals Signs for July 2019. Whoops, I fell off the wagon!

In my vital signs report of last month I stated that my weight was 206 pounds and that my goal for the end of July was 205 pounds. Instead my weight now as indicated by the figures below is 207 pounds! Instead of losing a pound I gained a pound in the month of July.

My goal for the end of August is 205. I have reached 205 several times I in the last two months. Surely I can do it.

Monday, July 29, 2019

Mark has 1700 miles of his 2500 mile bike ride from Mexico to Canada behind him!

Here are some of Mark's recent photos. Mostly Oregon.

The State of Jefferson contains Northern California and Southern Oregon!

Here is a map of his ride across Washington.

Sunday, July 28, 2019

2019 Louisiana Folk Festival.

Rhonda drove her Mom and I. We have been several times. Rhonda is a fan of several of the Cajun dancers.

Looks like a fun group. It is mostly but Rhonda must lead Rosa by the hand. If Rhonda left she would give ne Rosa's hand to hold. So sad. Rosa is failing Darn Alzheimer!

Here is a 30 second video of the festivities. Rhonda and Rosa can be seen.


Monday, July 22, 2019

94th Birthday Trip.

For my 94th birthday (July 20) I took a trip. I visited Branson, Missouri; Nowata (no water?), Oklahoma; and Wichita, Kansas.

Jackie and I RVeed to Branson the first time in 1987. The first of several visits. On my drive to Branson from the South last Wednesday I was lost in nostalgia. It is a beautiful ride up in the hills. There was a 7 percent grade that had a runaway truck escape ramp. A 7 percent grade is nothing to a car but when Jackie and I were pulling a 35 foot trailer it got our attention. I probably will never see the ride again. Jackie and I saw it many happy times!

I had a chicken dinner at the Dolly Parton Stampede. Delicious dinner and a great horse show.

I visited nephew Michael Monson and his wife Tabitha in Nowata, Oklahoma. I really enjoyed the visit and getting acquainted with them. It was a thrill.

These are Scottish Highlander cattle.

I heard that there is no water in Nowata because Stillwater, Oklahoma stole it!

Then on to Wichita, Kansas fo the biennial meeting of the Thomas Munson Foundation. I was told that I am the 14th oldest member of the foundation. They were always using the word monson. I thought  "why are they talking about me". Then I realized that a lot of them were named Munson. Nice meeting. Lots of meals together with a last night banquet.

The Drury Hotel on the Arkansas River,

A walk on the river.

The Keeper of the Plains. A 44 foot steel statue placed where two rivers come together. It has become the symbol of Wichita.

A lovely fountain at the Wichita Museum. They were observing the 147th birthday of Wichita. They served birthday cake and ice cream.

Sunday I left the hotel at 5:30 am and pulled into home at 5:20 pm.  Almost a 12 hour drive.

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