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Potomac Shores,
Inc. - Pictures from the 1970s & 1980s
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Let's go fishing! Uncle Bob
pilots his trusty, flat-bottomed boat propelled by his venerable,
9-hp Johnson outboard enroute to a hole certain to deliver up the
big ones. Bob welded pitchfork tongs onto his motor near the
propeller to protect the whirlygig from breaking during frequent
encounters with 'rock fish'. Dad, with the binoculars, provides
navigation clues. I'm enjoying a ride in the bow. |
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What a way to spend a day! Dad and Bob cast, then wait. |
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Bob reels one in while Dad, ever hopeful, checks his line.
Copious amounts of National, Ortlieb, Gunther, American, Papst, Schlitz,
Schmidt's, and other inexpensive canned beers accompanied these excursions.
Every so often Bob would stand at the stern, unzip and exclaim, 'Time
to get rid of some Vitamin P.' He also enjoyed sending 'a message
to Washington' by crumpling and tossing empty cans into the current.
Yes, PSI was upstream from our nation's capitol. |
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Dad cleans his catch as the sun sets |
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Here we are, seated at
a picnic table behind the cabin, enjoying the fruits of our labors.
Uncle Bob & Aunt Mary are on this side of the table. Seated
on the far side are, from left to right, Dr. Richard Marone, Dad,
and me. Mom was the photographer.
Bob's many talents included
using wood-burning tools to make elaborate signs, as well as creating
stained glass lamps. Feeling that his cabin should have a
name, he dubbed the place 'ELLINSIDE', and made a sign. Largely
unnoticed unless you looked hard was a small letter 'h' just before
the 'e'. |
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The place to catch carp! Here are the sturdy
docks installed during the 30s & 40s. Uncle Bob and I
fish as Mom & Aunt Mary look on. Dad is the photographer. |
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Dick Marone, Bob & Dad enjoy cigarettes (!) on the patio in
front of Bob's cabin. The building in the background was largely
unused during the years I visited and was, as a result, a real 'mouse
house'. When I was 15 and learning to drive, I accidently swung
Dad's company car into it while trying to back-up. |
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Mom & Aunt Mary enjoy an old, rusty sofa of
the sort my thrifty Clingan relatives often hauled from Taneytown,
to furnish their rustic abode. It was perfect. |
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Camp life! Inside the cabin great room are, left to right,
Mary, Bob, Me, Dad and Dick Marone. |
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A lodge of the Fraternal Order of the Eagles located
in the down & out rail town of Brunswick was a favorite haunt
of older PSI members. We joined them there occasionally.
Here are, left to right, Doc Marone, his wife Ginny, Bob, Dad, Mom,
someone unknown, and Dick Marone. Dick traveled the world
with Bob & Mary. |
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Here's a better view
of the cabin great room. If these walls could talk . . .
Uncle Bob and his sons,
Bob & Dick, built this room and an adjoining, two bedroom section
in the 1960s. |
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Yet another view of the room. |
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Aunt Mary enters the great room from the old bunk
room, where we kids stayed. Bob & Mary purchased the cabin
from Mr. Hunter, of Thomas Bennett & Hunter, after a car bearing
Hunter's family was struck on nearby railroad tracks, killing all
aboard. |
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Another view of the great room showing the bunk room entrance. |
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Here's the original kitchen built by Mr. Hunter. After Bob
and his sons expanded the cabin, this became a shower room/storage
area. |
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