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<blockquote data-quote="somarsmi" data-source="post: 2535162" data-attributes="member: 13286"><p>My summers and Christmas breaks were spent in North Pennsylvania, digging holes and painting barns/fences. Cut a lot of firewood for my grandpa's wood stove to get them through the cold winter. I used to get a pickup bed full of sweet corn in trade for jobs around my cousin families farm. My brother and I would sell the corn off of the old state Highway. I always used some of my money every year to go to the flea market and buy every Garcia and Mitchell 300,302, and 304 fishing reels from around the 1960s. We called the creek a crick and Coke we called pop. Did a lot of cat fishing off of Lake Erie. My grandma would speak Dutch around the dinner table with all of her sisters. My grandpa was an antique restorer and would train us in the wood working techniques. I never heard the man cuss until one cold day we were getting out of his truck for rabbit season. He somehow broke his driver side window with the butt stock of His old Ithaca model 37. Oh and I thought I invented bow fishing when I was a kid. I had a fiberglass recurve bow with a Zebco 202 fishing reel mounted with electrical tape. I traveled every Tributary stream to Lake Erie on the hunt for carp and Frog Legs.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="somarsmi, post: 2535162, member: 13286"] My summers and Christmas breaks were spent in North Pennsylvania, digging holes and painting barns/fences. Cut a lot of firewood for my grandpa's wood stove to get them through the cold winter. I used to get a pickup bed full of sweet corn in trade for jobs around my cousin families farm. My brother and I would sell the corn off of the old state Highway. I always used some of my money every year to go to the flea market and buy every Garcia and Mitchell 300,302, and 304 fishing reels from around the 1960s. We called the creek a crick and Coke we called pop. Did a lot of cat fishing off of Lake Erie. My grandma would speak Dutch around the dinner table with all of her sisters. My grandpa was an antique restorer and would train us in the wood working techniques. I never heard the man cuss until one cold day we were getting out of his truck for rabbit season. He somehow broke his driver side window with the butt stock of His old Ithaca model 37. Oh and I thought I invented bow fishing when I was a kid. I had a fiberglass recurve bow with a Zebco 202 fishing reel mounted with electrical tape. I traveled every Tributary stream to Lake Erie on the hunt for carp and Frog Legs. [/QUOTE]
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