I was just a kid when I was in California. I liked Burbank and loved Fresno. An old line of grape vines across the street from an old vineyard. We had black plums, strawberries and something like raspberries in our yard. Apricot groves all around.
We came back to Texas in July of '47 in a brand new Ford pickup truck loaded down with stuff. A sort of reverse of the pilgrimage of Okies, Arkies and Texans fleeing the Dust Bowl of the 1930s.