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Western Oregon | My Grandmother walked behind a wagon to New Mexico when she was 13, no wood, just dung to burn. 2 years later she walked back to Kansas pushing a hand cart after her Dad died. Tough life. They went out there for his health. She and Grandpa never had much, farmed rented ground, never owned a tractor. Sold out came to Oregon in '53. When they dropped down into the green valley at Sweet Home, they thought they were in heaven, No job but Grandpa said if you starved to death out here you had to be plumb lazy. They canned berries, cherries and apples, grew a small garden in the ditch of the road. Grandad finally got a job at a sawmill cleaning up. Bought a little house. Had a good life, retired and did a lot of fishing at Foster Dam. He lost a lung to cancer, never smoked a day in his life. It was the dust during the dirty 30's and farming. Cancer didn't get him, a test during a heart procedure shoved a blood clot to his heart. He was 74....James | |
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