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It seems we had just moved in and the Welcome Wagon showed up--I mean the second day maybe--this nice lady carrying a basket loaded with coupons and freebies-I mean a lot of stuff--it was 1958 nearly August and in Sept., I would start Jr. High--7th grade--Glenridge Jr.I had a month to learn the lay of the land--I hopped on my bike and started exploring right away-this town called Winter Park Florida.
It was a beautiful place--there were orange groves and flowers and plants like I had never seen before and lakes everywhere--oh yeah plenty of fishing spots--
Dad didn't waste time either--he not only started a new job but impressed his co-workers right off the bat with his ability and take charge attitude--I think he started climbing the ladder before he walked in the door--Something else dad did--he found us a boat somewhere-for 35.00.Dad was a fisherman and wasn't going to let any grass grow undwer his feet--We had brought the 10 h.p motor down with us as well---The boat was made of cypress wood--18 feet long by 33 inches wide--it tapered toward the bow--was about 14/15 inches high on the sides-the bow curved up slightly--a great boat for sliding down banks into the lakes---Dad called it a river Batou--he would know--having grown up on the Chattahooche river in Ga.in the town of Fort Gaines. more later Codgerman

The minute my eyes opened I was out the door to see our new neighborhood--We had arrived late at night and I couldn't see our surroundings--
I stood in the driveway on the gravel in my bare feet--I was 13 and still was dern baby with tender feet on the gravel--never could walk on rocks like my buddies--anyway--I rubbed the sleep from my eyes took in the first look at our Florida Paradise--and saw an orange grove for as far as I could see--across the road---and then the sting came--I mean a white hot sting on the top of my right foot--a little red ant nailed me--How could that damn little thing cause so much pain? I hollered and ran out into the yard to escape further attacks---wrong move swifty!! I walked right out into a sand spur patch--I didn't know what they were till later--nor that ant either---FIREANT-
My feet were filled with stickers so I sat down to get off my feet--now my butt was filled with stickers--I just hollered out the slogan along the Florida roadways-----Florida Arrive Alive--yeah then they kill ya on the second day----and as that day was half over that death prediction nearly happened.
The mailman came and mom said get the mail son--the box was right out by the road--as I got to the mailbox something flew by my head like a bee--it was a sound I had heard before in my life but I couldn't place it at first--spewwww-another went flying by my ear -like a bee on a bombng run--spewwwwww--I said what the He---l--didn't quite finish the word when the mailbox nearly exploded--at least the lid--a nice neat hole in it that was not there a second ago.
I finally dawned on yours truly that I was under fire from someone across the road in the orange grove--I hauled ass to the house and told mom not to get near the windows-----kids were just firing 22's out in the grove--and the shots were coming toward the house.-I screamed a the top of my lungs for them to stop shooting--we never saw the culprits but the shooting stopped.--
This was my introduction to Winter Park Florida in the summer of 1958.
Codgerman