When Michael Salvador, one of Sheriff John Anderson’s lieutenants, approached me the other day with his idea for a book, I thought it was a good one.
T hroughout the Roaring Twenties, two themes ran concurrently during that decade of questionable prosperity.
Oscar Cherry’s big, red Chevrolet was chugging west on Route 66 in 1939. Beside him was his wife, Mattie, and crammed inside were three farm employees and several kids.
Little did I know when writing that article a few days ago about the City Council canceling the election in November that I would ever have a story like this one dumped right on my desk as a result.
The pages of Madera’s history are replete with icons, and one of them is Coach Bill McAlister.
William Saroyan was apparently not the easiest person in the world with which one could deal.