In
Memory Of Charlie Dodds
| We moved to the farm in 1957. Father took over
management from Capt. Weems at that time. We raised pigs, cows,
corn, hay, oats, a few chickens for a while, and later boarded horses.
Many of you will remember the house in those days and the old kitchen.
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| Father found Caroline, a 37' Hooper Island Deadrise with
it's trademark draketail at Kent Narrows. Very narrow, but pretty darn
fast. A lot of fun.
Below father greets Jeff Tennyson. Jeff and I did a lot of
messing around with boats as kids.
Father taught me helmsmanship on this boat.
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| Long work days, but still times to relax and reflect.
Hay days were hot and long. Then time for a swim (jellyfish or
not).
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| Above is a much younger me (Philip Dodds), Miles O'Donavan
and Don Cunningham. We used to stack 'em as high as we could.
Father always baled, I often ran the wagons back and forth. I once
ran one under a mulberry tree near the house and wrecked the high sides we
had on them then. I was moving at a "high rate of
speed." Father never scolded me. He merely narrowed his
eyes a bit and said, "Oh well. I'll bet you won't do that
again." He was right.
To the right are father and Bob Hunteman. He often wore a
tie "so people would know he was a gentleman farmer".
(Actually, I think it was 20 years in the Navy) Note that he's wearing a
tie while baling hay two pictures above. |
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Father
loved tomatoes. Canned Tomatoes Tomato
Juice Fried Sliced, diced, or puréed Or
a thick slice on whole wheat bread slathered with mayonnaise and touch of
salt an pepper |
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come... |
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