The following is an unedited paper written for Del Campo High School's Mr. Wagner's 2009 AP English. We were tasked with visiting local art galleries and to chronicle of our experience. I chose my grandfather's gallery in Paradise, California.
People in America are quite possibly in the worst physical (and mental) shape of all-time, but we can change that, and what better time to turn the page than the start of the New Year?
I understand that we are in the midst of a pandemic and that many lives and livelihoods have been lost. This is something I take very seriously ...
Persimmon drying season began the beginning of October and ended the first week of November. Orders for plain and chocolate dipped persimmons have been coming in since they went on the market in October and the last order of the season was picked up today, four days before Christmas. Looks like lots of dried persimmon stocking stuffers this year! Plain persimmons are healthier, but dark chocolate dipped were the most popular ...
I often sit alone in the “courtyard” here in this place and say to myself, “What am I doing here?” “How did I get here in the middle of Sacramento?” I guess I have to remember my former life in Paradise, to answer these questions. Our house was burned to the ground – only ashes left – hard as it is to forget, I have to relive it to tell this story!! Arlene, my faithful wife of 67 years and I had lived in our beloved town of Paradise, built our own home, had lived in Paradise for 58 years – raised 3 wonderful kids, where shall I begin? My life is a series of miracles ...
We have much to be thankful for.
Not sure it is possible to express the amount of appreciation I have over a Blog post, but just know, if you have ever supported us in any way, be it by purchasing a pound of persimmons, sending me a picture of you wearing the shirt, coming to the Farm for a workout, even just liking an Instagram post, it means the world to me. Without your support, none of this would have ever happened ...
