|El Monte area, California|
As Jerry walked home, he noticed the fields of rhubarb near Legg Lake. He happened to have a grocery bag with him, and he happened to like rhubarb, so he started to pick some.
Next thing he knew, a cop was pulling over.
"I'm just picking some rhubarb," Jerry replied.
"You can't do that," he was told.
Reminiscing on the story 50 years later, he added, "I don't think I even got to pick any" before the cop arrived.
The family larder was not filled that night, but a simple story was created that has become a beloved part of my family's lore.
|Little Jerry Roberts :)|
Don, Jack, Jerry, and Diana Roberts at their Uncle Curtis Laws' house,