Chapter 2- Wagons Ho to California !
The Arrival Ten or so miles past the Needles California border station, my grandfather, John Henry Strawn, encountered a stooped, raggedy-dressed black man and a small dog walking along the side of the road. The man’s attire resembled that of a poorly dressed scarecrow. Without hesitation, he slowed the Ford, performed a swift turnaround, and … Continue reading Chapter 2- Wagons Ho to California !
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