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would spread out to the south instead of tying to climb our hill.  At least I certainly hoped that was so.
  Before the flood of the 70's my daughter's family had moved in a house to remodel and set it too close to the rivers edge.  While deciding where it was to be set permanently flood waters from San Vicente Dam decided for them and took it downstream.
  The source of our water for years was a pump in the river bed.  There were many times we had to be careful with water usage because the electricity was out or something was wrong with the pump and Daddy was down there fixing or starting it by flashlight.  The water was pumped under the roadway, up the hill to our reservoir.  Talk about water quality.  We were a healthy family which must attest to the theory that being exposed to germs in small amounts kept one immune to diseases.  Watching in fascination as the reservoir was drained occasionally to remove the drowned animals and debris that had been introduced to our water system; it didn't seem to occur to me that this was the source of my drinking water.
  Brother Ron recalls sitting on the hillside watching our grandfather poaching ducks in the river bottom.  Guess it was okay to watch but he couldn't participate in these