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Cars, Trucks & Tractors

Cars, Trucks & Tractors

Pretty much like today, those – like me – who lived in Anderson Valley from the 1950s through the 1980s depended on cars to get around, pickup trucks to handle…

The Consummate Wine Man

The Consummate Wine Man

John Parducci, the legendary Mendocino winemaker, died on February 4th at age 96. In a real sense, he was the name and face of Mendocino wine in the modern era,…

Dry Times

Drought. Even the word has a dry, raspy ring to it. Anderson Valley typically enjoys copious winter rain, but drought — for those who have lived in the valley long…

Putting Food By

Putting Food By

Last autumn, I received permission to harvest apples from our neighbor’s tree. I had no idea what variety they were; they looked a bit like Gravensteins, but ripened later and…

Tinkerbelle

Country living requires many things, but one essen­tial is a dog. With plenty of room to roam and the isola­tion of Anderson Valley during my years — the late 1950s…

Poison Oak

In my articles chronicling Anderson Valley from the late 1950s through the late 1980s, I have detailed a variety of native flora and fauna; from redwood and Douglas fir to…

Creatures Great & Not So Great

In my years in Anderson Valley, from the late 1950s to the late 1980s, I experienced plenty of local wildlife: a sea of baby toads on every sandbank along lower…

Forces Of Nature

In my previous article on the three major, unpredictable forces of nature — wildfire, wind and earthquake — in Anderson Valley, I focused on wildfire and wind and my experiences…

Forces Of Nature

As regular readers of my occasional articles have probably realized by now, I find nature — in all its forms — fascinating. Maybe we lived closer to nature during my…

Neighbors

In recent weeks, my thoughts have turned to neighbors. During our years in Anderson Valley, from the late 1950s to the late 1980s, the Newman family was — with perhaps…

Off The Map

Memory is a curious thing. For me, pure memory (one without emotion) is like a photograph or moving picture, with a main element in crisp focus and peripheral elements out…

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