We lived in the mill camp until we moved to Thorton, Ar. in 1953 or early 1954.
I remember the large redwood logs at the mill. Some were so large they were actually quartered to be small enough to be hauled on a log truck. We have a picture of my brother George (about 9 or 10 years old) standing at the end of a log and he was less than 1/2 the hieght of the log.
The houses we lived in had "tar paper" on the outside to cover the cracks.
I remember the log trucks did not have "turn signal lights" but instead had an arm that hang on the drivers side of the cab with a cable on the inside so the driver could raise it to 90 degrees for a lrft turn or up 180 degrees for a right turn. The trucks were Diamand T or Reo brands. They formed my love afair with cars and trucks.
We moved back to Arkansas in a 1940 Mercury. On our trip to Arkansas we ran over some dead sheep in the road (we assumed they fell to their death off a truck as there was several of them scattered down the highway) one night and if it hadn't been for the trailer we were pulling we would have most likely had a bad wreck but as it was the trailer kept us from leaving the road and down a ravine.