A Texas Girl Talks - Life… from a decidedly southern perspective!
Lorena
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Send us a text 1971 - Davis Ranch, Sonora Texas I was six years old and it was shearing day. A large part of our annual income depended on the sale of wool and mohair, but I didn’t know or care about that part of it. My only thought was to get down to the pens as soon as mom would turn me loose when I heard that ancient pickup rattle up the road at daybreak carrying its crew of four or five Hispanic men. Dad would meet the truck at the driver’s side window, briefly conferring w...
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Send us a text 1971 - Davis Ranch, Sonora Texas I was six years old and it was shearing day. A large part of our annual income depended on the sale of wool and mohair, but I didn’t know or care about that part of it. My only thought was to get down to the pens as soon as mom would turn me loose when I heard that ancient pickup rattle up the road at daybreak carrying its crew of four or five Hispanic men. Dad would meet the truck at the driver’s side window, briefly conferring w...
Visiting My Ancestry - Tom and Buena Davis, Part 4
A Texas Girl Talks - Life… from a decidedly southern perspective!
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Visiting My Ancestry - Tom and Buena Davis, Part 4
Send us a text 1971 - Davis Ranch, Sonora Texas I was six years old and it was shearing day. A large part of our annual income depended on the sale of wool and mohair, but I didn’t know or care about that part of it. My only thought was to get down to the pens as soon as mom would turn me loose when I heard that ancient pickup rattle up the road at daybreak carrying its crew of four or five Hispanic men. Dad would meet the truck at the driver’s side window, briefly conferring w...
A Texas Girl Talks - Life… from a decidedly southern perspective!
Send us a text 1971 - Davis Ranch, Sonora Texas I was six years old and it was shearing day. A large part of our annual income depended on the sale of wool and mohair, but I didn’t know or care about that part of it. My only thought was to get down to the pens as soon as mom would turn me loose when I heard that ancient pickup rattle up the road at daybreak carrying its crew of four or five Hispanic men. Dad would meet the truck at the driver’s side window, briefly conferring w...
