Missing the old places and faces

Thank you Elaine, for the memories, it was a nice little town back when. After picking all summer in the strawberry and stringbean fields, when I got paid all I wanted to buy was a Simon & Garfunkel album from Rutherfords, Sounds of Silence. There were school necessities I needed to get first and the lady clerk admonished me as to whether I was sure that was what I should first get. So I bought a dang pencil, I sure did want that album. I recall finding a lost child on 2nd street trying to cross the street. His parents had just settled down to have a family breakfast at Thrifty's and had turned away for a second, when their child had wondered off. The child was afraid of me because of my dark hair and skin, but he finally allowed me to hold his hand as I walked him back to the police station. The police station at that time was located where a hair salon is now and I recognized the parents as I observed them rushing out of the Grill, the mother leading the way, with the dad holding a baby close behind. It was a slow little town, so you could pick up on drama immediately. Mack has aged gracefully.

What led you to believe that child was afraid of you over hair and skin color?

I don't want to detract from Elaine's article, and go off on a different focus. In answer to Dances with Redwoods, I just assumed the child was afraid of how I looked, as I was speaking to the child in a soothing tone of voice trying to get a hold of his hand. He looked to be about 3 or 4 years and very fair, blonde hair and blue eyes, he seemed very frighten of me. I was only around 16 years of age, it was a long, long time ago and that was my assumption as being a child myself back then. Though I meant the child no harm, myself I was barely 4 feet tall back then and I was very small for my age, I weighed 72 pounds wet if that much, the memory just stayed with me as being the reason the child had recoiled from me in fear. The good thing he was reunited with his parents, that was good enough for me.

Thanks for the memories, and I would like to add the workers who meet at Marty's Cafe.
Sheriff Bob Hummel, Jim Beard, and the boys at Davis auto parts, Slick Henderson and every kid remember Ron Eberall.
That was a time when men took responsibility for the growth of their children, their work and their town. If you want to know how great these men took their responsibility look at their children and forgive me for forgetting some. The Bergreens, Buller's, Prouty, Plummer, Hesler, Beeler, Eberall, Alexander, Bladine, Celler, and so many more Like Ross, Hanson, Dillon, Shummway, and look at the education we received in the 50's and 60's I would guess over 70% went on to military, trade school and college.
It all starts with men and women who take a part and responsibility in their communities.