Interesting that Edward L. Dreher should be mentioned here, as I married his grand-daughter's step-daughter. I guess that made him my step-great-grandfather-in-law, and his father Peter John Dreher my step-great-great-grandfather-in-law.

As to who was the "Father of the California citrus industry," it was Peter J. Dreher—and not his son Edward—who was responsible for organizing the industry. A summation of Edward's oral history of his father was misread and over 5,000 websites have copied the error word-for-word. Edward gave his father all the credit.

As a New York kid visiting my grandmother in Portsmouth, I took the ferry from the Eastern Shore to the Norfolk area. I simply did not know what to think of Whites Only water fountains or Colored Only restrooms.

Dont know who is more obsessed by the Rt 1 truck stop, Shorpy or Jack Delano. Can we lighten up a little?

[L'Obsédé, c'est vous. -Dave]

what the sign painter felt as he painted these instructions on the door? Jeb70 made me think about discrimination growing up, poverty takes precedence over discrimination, we were all equal when we were poor.

In 1893, P.J. Dreher and his son, the "father of the California citrus industry" Edward L. Dreher, formed the Southern California Fruit Exchange. By 1905, the group represented 5,000 members, and renamed itself the California Fruit Growers Exchange. In 1908, it changed its name to Sunkist Growers, Inc.

This picture reminds me of the first time that I really became aware of racial bias. I was born and raised in Kansas and had never been exposed to the fact of bias against black people. We had black students in our highschool and no one had ever intimated that blacks were to be discriminated against. They were just the same as the rest of us and only working to survive like we whites.
My family took a trip to Tennessee one summer in about 1956 and, during the trip, we stopped at a drive-in on a Sunday noonday for a meal. Black people could not get curb service and had to go around to the side of the drive-in for their order. Most of them had just come from church and were very nicely dressed. My family, being white, got curb service. Another car pulled in alongside of us loaded with,what I can only describe as, white-trash. They got their order delivered to them. They were throwing trash and bones out of the windows, screaming and yelling, they looked like they hadn't taken a bath or cleaned up in over a week. But, yet, they got curb service and the very nicely dressed blacks had to go around to the side window for service. That's when I first became aware of discrimination and didn't like it.