Growing up, my family vacation was spent visiting Osoyoos, British Columbia, to see my father’s cousins, the Pendergrafts. Ted and Bea Pendergraft had moved to British Columbia around 1934. Those were hard times because of the depression, but Ted was a hard worker and very enterprising. He truly was a rags-to-riches story. I recall for one of my birthdays, my aunt gave me a doll. Why do I remember that so vividly? I also remember fish in a creek up on my uncle’s mountain (he owned most of Anarchist Mountain at the time, I think), and I also remember the orchards and a fruit stand they had along the road.
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