In 1965, Franco made the long journey to California, but between the hard restaurant work and some problems with immigration, he became seriously ill and his doctor prescribed an extended rest. During this time, Franco began having astonishingly vivid and detailed dreams of Pontito, visions he could actually see before him. He felt called to paint the scenes of his childhood home, and was amazed to find that he could do so, without ever having had any formal artistic training. He

began to create hundreds of “memory paintings” of the buildings, streets and fertile surroundings of his pre-war Pontito, with a perspective unique to him. The scenes he imagined were so real and three-dimensional that Franco would turn his head to “see” them from different angles as he painted, and he experienced the sounds and smells around him. This desire to capture the Pontito of his youth became the driving force of his life from this time forward.