Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was dead as a door-nail. Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I don't know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnized it with an undoubted bargain. The mention of Marley's funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate.
WAFranklin was born august 2nd 1930. in Abilene Texas. The Great Depression was just in its infancy and about all the memories the people had were about thee Roaring Twenties and Bath Tub Gin. What they invisioned ahead were "Hard Times and Empty Bellies."
In the fall of 1933 the family moved to California. They lovate in Tulare County in about the middle of the San Joaquin Valley. There first home was an abandonded one room "Coke" shack and all they had to eat were wild mustard greens and skillet corn bread cooked over a camp fire. Their next home was in an abandoned chicken farm in the feed storage room.
W A was introduced to the cotten field when he turned 4 years old. Some one in the legislature of California liked children because a bill was passed that stated when you turn 5 you go to school and to make sure the Turant Officer was born to existence to makee sure the aboved happened.
When he turned 5 he had moved to the town of Lindsay into an abandoned grocery store. One day he and his Dad went across the street to get some ice from the ice house and he purposely kicked a dirty old rag that uncovered a hand full of coins. He showed what he had found to his Dad and saw it quickly dissapear in his pocket. Their was more money there than a days wages and would help a lot.
April 7th 1952 W. A. married his wife Helen and together they had three children and they gave them 8 grand children. He retired from the Post Office and decided to write his stories and recipes. The stories aree all true and have not been embellished or added too.