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The era begins in the forty's, cause that's as far back as I go. I dimly remember my Mom talking about ration cards, sugar in particular. It was a real treat to have a batch of fudge, or chocolate gravy over hot, buttered biscuits. Yum!

These stories take place in the San Joaquin Valley in California.  The river named is the Kings River, back when it flowed, and before the huge, old oaks were all cut down to be replaced by - nothing.

The Rick, Mac and Luke stories are based on fact.  I took some liberty in the dialogue because I wasn't always there when these things happened.  These events took place in the late forties and early fifties.  A long time ago.   These boys are my brothers; their names have been altered. 

We were river rats. The river was our back yard.  We went 'up the river without a paddle' plenty of times.  Rafts were made and discarded daily.  Jumping from the bridge was done in several imaginative ways.  As in 'Bungee Cord', revised and re-titled as "Reminiscing"  - and -  'Hold On',  diving from ropes and old boards, rotten logs, the bank, and the bridge were all done.

Long walks home, near drownings, fishing hooks caught in flesh, being chased by a 1000 lb. bull in one direction, chasing a 200 lb. pig in the other direction.

These are not all up here yet, but they will be. 

Normal everyday doin's of country folk who didn't miss the 'stuff' they never knew, and the kids who wondered how city kids ever had fun.