Every summer from 1948 through 1960 our family spent my father's two-week vacation at a fishing camp near Campbellford, Ontario. We started doing this when I was 1 year old. It was absolute heaven for a little boy. Sometimes units of the extended family would accompany us. This summer we had a family reunion of sorts and we old timers told fishing stories about the times we spent on the Trent River. It seems that, over the years, these trips had assumed the status of family legend. Nobody had ever written anything down. I was nominated I remember a lot about the subject and have many photographs to include. I expect the project to amount to about 150 handwritten pages or so. So far, I have done 50 of the first draft. Problem is, these families will want typed copies.
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