Oh boy, another piece of my luggage!
The captions below each slide are Howard Jr.'s commentary. Some of the longer ones run into the next caption.
Oh boy, another piece of my luggage!
My turn to open a gift.
What is it?
Ah! This was the year of the orchid. Unfortunately, growing condition were not as ideal … (a)
Oh boy, another package!
Hot digs, a leather jacket. Enjoyed this for many years before my style advisor removed it from my wardrobe.
Mother prepares the Christmas turkey – salting him down.
We change to a white tablecloth for this year’s dinner.
Summer 1977 – Pine Point again.
What’s this? Looks like some work going on.
Across the fence Dad has dug a deep hole and poured a concrete dead man to stabilize the … (b)
Ah well, let’s see, a little more water…
(a) … as in Carl and Miriam Allen’s greenhouse where it came from and it was gone before next Christmas, but it was fun to have.
(b) … end of our breakwater. This sand I believe was excess to his needs.
We begin a panorama sweep of the view from the deck.
Tide appears to be coming in.
Or is it going out? The view straight away from the deck.
Off towards the railroad bridge in the distance. Cousin Bill Kerr’s boat in the foreground.
Swinging farther to the west toward the water tower on the hill. Frankie Barker’s boat used to stand about where the cradles are … (c)
Looking across the Kerr’s yard we see the back of Russell Bailey’s house, and Gava’s garage. Gava is married to Dottie Merrill whose … (d)
Before the Kerrs added their porch we could look up the street to the corner. I believe that from the corner of the deck you still can.
Off to the island! Dad and I used to go fishing together once a year and we’d row out to Prouts Neck area and use a … (e)
(c) … resting. There also used to be a couple of clam sheds to the right.
(d) … father was a local fisherman who once took me out on his boat and I caught a sizable flounder.
(e) … lobster buoy to hold our position and from time to time would drop the buoy and move on. Sometimes we’d row out to the islands and fish between them. Our catch was mostly rock cod, Pollack, and sculpins – a spiney no count. So on this day I decided to just row to the island and back, leaving on the outgoing tide which was the practice of lobstermen before motor boats. About halfway between Prouts Neck and the islands, a speed boat approached from the direction of Portland with several young fellows aboard. They throttled down and approached me and asked what I was doing. When I told them I was rowing out to the island for old times sake, they shook their collective heads and zoomed off.