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Below,
is a picture of my "Papoo," Drew Corbin. My mom called him
"Papa" and that was my version of it, at 3 years old. When
he was born, they told everybody to put names into a hat and
they would draw 2 names out for his 1st and middle names.
Some ornery kid put in "Monkey" and it got picked. His real
name was therefore, Monkey Drew Corbin. He went by Drew.
Papoo
died when I was only 3 years old, in 1950. I recall being at
his house/ranchette in Waterford, CA., and sitting on top of
an old milk can that he used to fill with milk from his
cows. He would put them out front by the road, and the cans
would then be picked up by a local dairy. He used to get a
kick out of me when I would try to shoot a marble, because I
would just pinch it between my fingers to make it jet out.
He would laugh and say, "God Dog!!" I distinctly remember
sitting on his lap, as he let me steer his old 38 Chevy
coupe around a corner. A very tender man, who also played
fiddle. My mom wrote "Dad" on the picture.
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