My father every day would take us to the rock away beeches to swim while he would spear fish. The greatest part was when he would come out of the water with all those fish. The people would mob him because they know he had fish for sale big ones he would make that money. Then we would go home to swim in the pool while he went to work as a printing plate maker I would not trade these memories for the world.
P.S I will ad pictures after I get them from him and scan them to My PC.
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