In 1967, my granny and grandpa from Edinburgh came to visit Bakersfield, California. This was the 2nd and final time that I was in contact with them. It was quite amazing that they flew here since my grandpa wasn’t going to come to the U. S. A. until a bridge was built for him to walk across the Atlantic.
Nevertheless, here they were for a visit. One day, my father took my grandpa to visit a stockyard out at Famoso (pronounced by locals: Famosa). This was interesting to him as he was born a country boy and worked in the stockyards of Edinburgh. My Wyoming father had a bit of livestock knowledge so this was probably an enjoyable “guy” thing.
In the picture above, off in the horizon, there is a derrick, Texaco, and a motel sign. Under the motel sign is a cafe sign. My mother-in-law ran that cafe. She ran that cafe in 1967. Farmer MacGregor kept his horse, Sugar, at the stockyard. I would like to imagine that my dad took my grandpa to the cafe for a bite to eat and that my mother-in-law was pouring the coffee. Farmer MacGregor may have been at the counter eating pie.
For any of my gajillion cousins that may read this, I would love to share any scanned images with any stories they may have.
I’ll return to the garden after this brief detour to the stockyard.
