The Canyon Family was like I said happy and behaved like any other family. The boys were in their teens and they left with PaPa early in the morning and were gone all day until around six or seven in the evening. Grandma and their youngest daughter stayed close to the camp and sold the sewing's, knitting's and jewelry. There was always something for us kids to do, somewhere for us to explore, some new game to make up. It was a wonderland for us, we didn't have a care in the world, life was good.
It's funny though as I got older and my trips to the canyon became fewer and fewer and the orchards became subdivisions and well as the corn fields and berry patches, I came to miss The Canyon Family and the airstream days. I've thought of them often with a fondness in my heart and also with a new realization. My camping Canyon Family weren't camping, they were making a living, that's right they were gypsies. When I look back on it now I realize that, PaPa and the boys were gone all day finding odd jobs and doing asphalt or cement work. Grandma sold her jewelry and other crafts to many a grateful passerby. And when PaPa Canyon sang at night with his turned over hat, that was just his way of unwinding and checking out if just for a little while. Oh yea, and that not to large airstream, the one I thought better than a tent was in fact their humble home.