Christmas Morning In My House : It was a long while ago so I am not sure what my age was but we lived way out in the country and seldom had visitors.
My Father was a gold miner and we lived in abandoned cabins in a deserted mining town.
Dad was a happy go lucky overgrown Kid and was always willing to help those that had car problems out there and several people sent us Christmas cards for years after Dad helped them.
One family I remember very well I cant remember the woman’s name but the Father was Pete a body fender guy from S F that got his car stuck crossing a creek and he showed up at our place asking for help.
Well Dad helped him out and he had a passel of kids .
Christmas Morning In My House : One girl was in High School and the second was a girl I will remember forever. Her name was Pearly and she was a year older than me but from the very start she called me her boyfriend and all the adults thought it was cute.
There was a younger brother Billie and a Baby but after Pete found out that Dad drank he and Dad took off for town and didn’t show back up until late that night and all of us kids shared our beds with the girls at the head of the bed and us boys at the foot.
