His wife asked, what was that? Or he did, and his wife said, that was a man lying there. So they stopped and he went back, and sure enough, there I was. And just about that time when he turned around, here comes her walking up the street. He had been down to the first house on the right-hand side, And we could follow him because of the blood up the steps and where he stood at the front door there was nobody home, but there was a pool of blood on the floor of the house. And anyhow I don't know how we ever got to the hospital or what, but that was another long deal. He had a very bad cut on the side of his face just near his ear. There was a real bad scar for the rest of his life. And then his legs were in very bad condition, down from the knees down, where as much as we could figure out, the bumper must have hit him, of a car. And my head was all full of grit in there. And the manure on the road was ground right in with a gravel into my head, especially back of my right ear. And physically, though, Erv was much the worse.
And at that time he was going to Poly. So I remember when he was recuperating and he was going on his crutches. And one day he was out in the front yard and he went across the street to the Addes and And he was leaning over there for a gate, just watching cars go by. And this motorcycle goes by with a couple of his Poly friends on it, the leg of the Lair.
And just up above the house of the ways was the S.P. Railroad Crossing. But it was a warehouse built out against the road. So it hid this train. You wouldn't -- you got right up close. wouldn't know who's a track there even. But they went by and here this train shot out. And they hit right in between two of the cars that broke the air hoses which caused the brakes to go on. And this motorcycle was blown, drove over the cattle guards and one of the other boys was killed, and the other one was a son of Blacksmith there in town, and he was very badly injured, and he was crippled for the rest of his life.
So experiments, I remember one day we had a telephone call from Mrs. Traver. And she had received a telephone call from a ranch, William Fastest. Well, her son Pete had been over there in the foothills along those creeks that got all those sycamore trees. He was after bird eggs. And he fell out of the trees, hit all these rocks down below. practically scouted him. But they made their way over to this neighbor's house and they're the ones that phoned. So Mrs. Traver called us. We got the doctor to come out. He stopped at our place long enough for me to jump in the car with it. And then we picked up Mrs. Traver and we went on because I knew just exactly where to go and we went up to that ranch and I could see it today. The doctor said to her, "We've got to take him right to the hospital." "Oh no, no." She said, "She just scared to death he was going to die in her, you know, in the hospital." So finally he said, "Look, lady. We can't take care of this home. And he took that scalp. It was just tied, I think, a little piece across the front. And he lifted it up, and there was nothing but that red skull blood. So she just about fainted and changed her mind right now.
So that was just another thing. The same kid, not too many years later, was over on the ranch where they were farming it. Right, what is it now? Camp San Miguel was the best. No, camp, Naciemento, over whatever, at San Miguel. And he was walking along and somebody was shooting and doves or quail or something. And he got it right in the back of the head, just full of bird shot. And for years, he'd be picking those bird shots out of his scalp. And that's getting away from our family though.
Question (Mary): Did you ever have any accidents on your motorcycle?
You know, when I was working for Central, I had a little Indian motorcycle and Fred Traver had a big one, big Indian, and his brother Pete had the Harley-Davidson. And their motorcycles were pretty twice as big as what I had. But But anyhow, we had lots of fun on them. And one evening, I was right by the Santa Rosa Street and Monterey Street on that corner. Well, I'd forgotten now which way I was going or what I was, but I was in there in the right way all the way. And the kid, he was the son of the city school superintendent. He had his dad's car and he was coming down and he admitted to saw himself and said, "It's my fault." He was watching a couple of girls across the street, and while he was doing that, he turned it just enough to hit my motorcycle, knock me galley, and when I slid on the concrete pavement, it just ruined the shoes and my clothes. And I was bruised up some, but not so bad for what happened. But anyhow he took full blame and then it even did the repair of the motorcycle. So I came out of that without even costing me any money. And the motorcycle was usable again, but then very soon after that I sold it. I got a chance to sell it. I thought I'd better do that now than wait for another one.
So that kid's name was Mably. I remember he had a crush on that on Florence at one time. I don't know what questions you want to know. I can't think of anything right now. Well, let's turn it off then. And I will say goodbye for this time. [ Silence ]