Back in the late 50's there was a bend in the river bordering a cornfield belonging to an old Swedish farmer a mile or so from my house. Naturally we all knew the swimming hole in the river as "The Swede's" and most of the kids all around there, girls and boys, would go there on a warm summer's afternoon. Some of us would stay after dark and do some eeling if we remembered to bring a pole. Worms were easy to find... just flip over some cow patties. Skippy would often show up with half full bottle of his Mom's wine and we'd pass it around two or three of us thinkin' we were pretty big stuff. Great times those 50's...
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