Monthly Archives: October 2013

Growing up on a farm had its drawbacks, especially at Halloween time.  We had few neighbors, and none of them seemed to have children.  Mrs. Wolff was on the north, a widow who rented her side apartment to college boys … Continue reading →

In most of my memories of Dad he is wearing a gray short-sleeved work shirt with a few grease spots on the front, tucked into dirty Levis, which covered brown worn work boots.  Some kind of cap topped it off.  … Continue reading →

On warm summer nights, Paul and cousin Mark would go down to the Canal by Hansen’s and Abe’s to go frog gigging. I only remember going frog gigging once–with Dad, Paul and Brother Danner down at Kings View Hospital Farm … Continue reading →

Ditches and canals were a big part of our farm playground. They brought irrigation water from the weir near Avocado Lake where the Kings River flowed. We were a part of the Alta Canal Irrigation District. We had our own … Continue reading →