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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.
What a way to spend a day!  Dad and Bob cast, then wait.
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.
Dad cleans his catch as the sun sets

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'.

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.
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.
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.
Camp life!  Inside the cabin great room are, left to right, Mary, Bob, Me, Dad and Dick Marone.
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.

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.

Yet another view of the room.
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.
Another view of the great room showing the bunk room entrance.
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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