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Feb. 4, 1971 Dear Mr. Gordon: Your interesting letter came yesterday. I don't know that I can add anything of value. Bro. Will died in 1969, Harold lives at 226 W. "F", Ontario. I believe my father, Reverend Jesse Craig Wilson arrived in Palmdale early in 1920 to be pastor of the Presbyterian Church. My mother, brother Craig (then 15) and I came to Palmdale in the summer of 1920. She thought it a TERRIBLE place to live, but she came to love it dearly. I graduated from S.C. in 1921, Ben and I were married in my father's church June 28, 1922. It was a hot day. My father, the minister, and his wife were living in a house made from an old business building and across the top could still be seen the word SALOON. My sister Bertha Wilson bought 5 acres, planted pears, and built a house into which my parents moved, and where they lived during their years in Palmdale. We had many family reunions there. When our sons, Lee and Richard, were about 3 and 2 years old respectively, I came out from Nebraska by train for a visit without forewarning them. The train got in sometime late in the night after they had gone to bed and were sound asleep. I knocked at the door, my father awoke and came to the door, but in the darkness did not recognize me. So I asked "Do you have a place where I could stay tonight?". I have two children with me." He said "Well, come on in. We'll see what we can do." Then he saw who it was as we came into the light, and said "Why, it's Julia' and he opened his arms, and by this time my mother was welcoming us too. We are leaving for Mexico in the morning so I
will get this sent to you. Sorry I haven't done
better.
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