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The County Fair

(The Gold Dust is a compilation of the writings of Ora Moss Morgan Sonora, Ca 1933 – 1950) So we are going to have a County Fair – what a fine thing that will be _ exhibits of our country products – a horse show – with prizes and everything! Why – just the name…

The Patent Medicine Troupe

It is a far cry from the frocked pharmacists of today to the medicine shows that rattled into town with their glitter and glamour in Sonora’s days of yesterday. Today’s remedies may be more scientific, but there certainly was greater lure in being charmed into the purchase of some nostrum by the silver tongue of…

October Days

October days – tawny with sunshine and purple – the odor of burning leaves – how just this little thing awakens memories of childhood days – raking and burning leaves in all the yards in the old neighborhood – the air thick with smoke – it was on Saturday and the children helped. How we…

Sonora’s 4th of July

Wouldn’t you love to turn back the pages of time to the Fourth of July in the dear old Sonora of yesterday? Do you remember how we all talked and planned for months for the coming Fourth? Why, it was the big, outstanding celebration of the year. Everybody – men, women and children from every…

In A Sweet Country Town

So you ask for the Christmas of our childhood days? My, it seems only yesterday that we were romping, happy, carefree youngsters, eagerly waiting for Christmas Day to come; we roamed the nearby hills, gathering holly berries and mistletoe to help decorate the house; and it was sweet and homey. Today everything is made to…

The Circus Comes to Town

The other day while driving through one of the valley towns I noticed big circus posters here and there – bright and gaudy ones – and it seemed to me I had not seen any like them for years… Every fence and barn and shed around the town and country for miles was plastered with…

Sonora Chinatown

And this is our old Chinatown of yesterday – a block of dingy wooden buildings grown brown with the years, and a few bricks that housed the better class – the front covered with strips of red paper, while near the doorways lighted punk smoked to “scare the devil away”; a laundry filled with jabbering…
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