All this business with the Zika virus reminds me of the summer jobs I had starting with the summer after my sophomore year until I completed the local community college. I worked for the Delta Mosquito Abatement, located in the north end of Visalia California in the Central Valley. At the operation center there was a metal Quonset Hut for the "bosses", a parking area for a fleet of old Korean war surplus jeeps (each outfitted with a 200-gallon tank filled with Parathion insect spray), and a garage overseen by a tough old guy names "Buster" - he took great care of the jeeps, and all the equipment - and tried his best to put the fear into us to not do anything stupid that would harm 'his' equipment.
|My Jeep was never so clean - At times I would return to my Jeep and find cows gathered around sticking their heads inside...|
|A 4 gallon Hudson sprayer - these babies were heavy then carried through thick mud on a hot day!|
Each summer morning at 7 AM the drivers and helpers gathered out in the open air near the gas pump for the daily briefing - and special information that was pertinent to us all - any new mosquito information, any 'civilian' complaints, anything 'to do' or 'not to do'.The field operators could also put in orders for certain large fields to be sprayed from the air. We had an old slow stable Stierman biwing with a very 'colorful' pilot - who loved what he did...
|San Joaquin - with irrigation it is green and wonderful - no water - it turns dry and dusty|
When I began, I was a "helper", and every morning I climbed into the Jeep with Matt D. (the field operator in charge of the area we worked) ... an interesting guy... Native to Oklahoma, his family came west with the dust bowl, he was drafted into the Army - went to fight in the Pacific islands. He still bore the emotional scars from the experience. He was a wealth of amazing stories about his life and adventures. He loved old time country music. Little Jimmy Dickens, Earl Tubbs, Hank Williams...And from him I learned to "talk Oakie".
The Jeep had no doors or walls and in the early summer air it was really cold- We drove north to Goshen Junction and then east toward the area of New London California - the land was flat and only produced crops because of irrigation water. And that was the problem - there were constantly large areas of land with standing water.
|Dipper method - looking for larva|
Matt had to keep meticulous data of each of the many fields for which he was responsible. We would at times take water dippers and collect a sample of water to look for larva. Alfalfa and pasture lands most often had a species called: 'Aedes nigromaculis'. This one is a serious pest and can be very prolific. We also looked in standing tubs, flower pots, horse tanks for 'Culex tarsalis' - this one is capable of carrying encephalitis. One that we dreaded to find were the "Anopheles" mosquitos capable of spreading malaria.
|Note abdomen filled with blood|
When we identified an alfalfa field with active larva - we got out of our jeep - filled 4-gallon pressure cans with Parathion spray, pumped them up by hand, then I slung the can onto my back with the strap crossing my chest and off we went. The two of us would walk the field swinging out wands back and forth releasing spray. Sometimes we would start on opposite sides and work to the middle. Many fields were deep with sticky mud.
There were often clouds of mosquitos to content with. A big field might take much of a
morning or afternoon. Sometimes when
Matt had extra work I would drop me alone to spray a field alone. In those cases, he sat up a 50-gallon tank on
sawhorses so that I could refill my can.
When lunch time came around we often drove in to Traver California -
there was a grocery store, a China Berry tree and a tiny patch of lawn where we
All the little towns in this area were inhabited by seasonal field
workers. The towns would generally be considered as centers of rural poverty. The homes are made of simple
materials, often no paint, have weed filled yards, skinny barking dogs. But the people
that we met often had fascinating life stories to tell. One particular wino often came to eat with us
(he mostly was happy to share our lunches).
Sometimes he had items that he had stolen that he tried to sell to us...But
he was a jolly man with stories about jail, his lost loves, some big 'deal' coming
|The only photo I could find - and old WW II photo - but we did it the same way ( except this tank has a different pressurizing system)|
|When we were in the neighborhood at break time we would go to a truck stop for coffee and a donut|
|The style of homes in New London and Traver... I hope that conditions there have improved|
|Make of the people in these towns were descendants of those who escaped the dust bowl in the midwest|
Finally, the day came that I got my own little green jeep - I was promoted to spraying dairy drains! The work was much easier but I missed the camaraderie of working with Matt. Milking requires a lot of water- and vast amounts of water collect and breed mosquitos. Many dairies had made long trench drainage areas -about 12 ft., wide and the length depended on the size of the dairy, the trench was dug to be about 12 feet deep. Some just let the water go where it will. On a typical day I drove about 100 miles - Going from one dairy to the next.
Many of them I could spray without leaving
the jeep - I just drove slowly by the pit or pond of drainage area and sprayed
my poison onto the surface. Some were
not jeep accessible and then I was to walk into the farm or along one of the
the sloughs. I learned to deal with
savage farm dogs! My favorite slough was
one that was about chest deep and there were thick blackberry vines on each
side - so I had to walk down the middle of the slough, spraying as I went, through slimy mud and floating duckweed... but
I loved the biology of this place. I
needed two full days to complete all of the dairy drains on my route. Many of the dairies were owned by Portuguese
dairymen - who frequently went out of their way to offer me fruit from their
trees. Thats where I learned to love fresh ripe figs!
|The life cycle was dependent on the day and night temperatures|
|Delta Mosquito abatement also had a person who went around putting mosquito fish into home ponds, horse tanks, or other permanent water|
A memorable day I recall was the day that 2 of us were sent out to deal with a mosquito source- it happened to be by a watermelon field. The owner was still there and we asked if we could pick over the left over melons (and there were a lot of them) - he said "Sure - take all you want - I'm going to plow this up” So we loaded the jeep with watermelons - full and over full with watermelons. Wouldn’t you know it - some well intentioned citizen phoned in to the office and said that 2 "mosquito boys" had stolen a bunch of melons. Fortunately, it was Buster who took the call - and when we drove in the gate - there was Buster in his best Staff Sergeant pose asking us to explain ourselves - we did - gave a nice melon to Buster and it all ended well.
|That's me - here I am spraying herbicide around d a dairy drain so that the poison can reach the water - this is a special jeep just for that...|
When I think about those years - I remember barb wire fences,fields full of cows ( and occasionally bulls), vast dust devils swirling on a hot summer day, heat and dust, mud, deep mud, and hoards of mosquitos... but I remember faces and voices - so many good people...
|What my arm looked like on many occasions - It was often so hot that I didn't want long sleeves unless I needed them.|