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say the gesture did bear fruit. Later, there were mutual apologies and we have been friends ever since.

    For about a year while I was in high school, we lived on a ranch, Woolsey Station, some ten miles from Santa Rosa. Mother, the book worm, hated living in the country, largely cut off from her friends and her favorite book stores. But my father saw an opportunity to do what he liked best, buy and improve a ranch. This one covered 190 acres and was planted with hops and prunes. I liked living there, although we all had to work harder than in town, picking prunes and otherwise helping on the ranch. One of the teachers, Emily Rued brought us to and from school every day. She would sound the klaxon on her Ford in front of the gate in the mornings and it was great fun to ride in an automobile twice a day. The owner had been anxious to sell the ranch because of labor trouble. Someone had burned the kilns for hips hops and partially destroyed the barn. The year, 1916, was a period of considerable labor unrest. It was believed that the "wobblies," radicals in the labor