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<blockquote data-quote="cow pollinater" data-source="post: 985385" data-attributes="member: 14661"><p>I live on ground that used to be part of my paternal grandad's farm. I never met him as he died before I was born but the Elberta peach was discovered on his ranch and when the okies came to get out of the drought he nearly went bankrupt giving people jobs that he didn't have to give. He died poor and my dad and I have bought back what we can of the original farm.</p><p>I did know my grandad on my mom's side but he never told me any stories... He just taught me about gardening and chickens and then shook my hand the day he died. I was eight or nine. It wasn't until after he died that my grandma told me that he was raised in the thicket by a relative of the James gang at one of their hideouts and his uncle aranged for him to be kidnapped and taken to California to escape the beatings being dealt to his mother and him. He worked in the road camps that built the general grant highway that connects sequoia and kings canyon national parks. According to my grandmother he served as a backcountry perimedic for awhile when the strategy was to have six guys run all the way to the injured party(this is at between5-8000 foot elevations in STEEP country) and carry them out on a stretcher.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="cow pollinater, post: 985385, member: 14661"] I live on ground that used to be part of my paternal grandad's farm. I never met him as he died before I was born but the Elberta peach was discovered on his ranch and when the okies came to get out of the drought he nearly went bankrupt giving people jobs that he didn't have to give. He died poor and my dad and I have bought back what we can of the original farm. I did know my grandad on my mom's side but he never told me any stories... He just taught me about gardening and chickens and then shook my hand the day he died. I was eight or nine. It wasn't until after he died that my grandma told me that he was raised in the thicket by a relative of the James gang at one of their hideouts and his uncle aranged for him to be kidnapped and taken to California to escape the beatings being dealt to his mother and him. He worked in the road camps that built the general grant highway that connects sequoia and kings canyon national parks. According to my grandmother he served as a backcountry perimedic for awhile when the strategy was to have six guys run all the way to the injured party(this is at between5-8000 foot elevations in STEEP country) and carry them out on a stretcher. [/QUOTE]
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