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CHAPTER 02 - Expanding My World


                                                                       Our house was a mile from the
                                                                       Toms River with mostly woods
                                                                       between. There were a couple of
                                                                       gravel pits and a trash dump on
                                                                       the  west  side  of  Motor  Road.
                                                                       The main activity was along the
                                                                       Atlantic City highway  adjacent
                                                                       to  our  house.  I  thought  it  was
                                                                       interesting to hear and watch the
                                                                       chains under the heavier trucks
                                                                       moving  as  they  drove  the  rear
                                                                       wheels.


                   One day I saw a truck stopping by each telephone pole. A man was hammering glass
                   reflectors into the pole to reflect the car headlights at night. Most of the time, I loved to
                   roam through the woods on the east side of Motor Road all the way down to the railroad
                   tracks.  I’d  discover  paths  and  trails  and  paused  occasionally  to  snack  on  some
                   blueberries  and  huckleberries  in  the  native  vegetation.  Every  once  in  a  while  I’d
                   discover a special treat…a delicious teaberry!

                   I enjoyed strolling along the shore of the river that had a bank lined with a short wall
                   consisting of concrete-filled bags. I watched the water as miniature waves that rolled
                   and  disappeared  into  the  gravel  beach,  and  especially  the  larger  ones  that  arrived
                   following the passage of a speedboat offshore.

                   I liked watching people catch crabs from the dock. One day I asked my grandmother
                   for a piece of meat and string. Taking a bucket and net from the basement, I joined the
                   others at the pier. What fond memories I have of bringing in a bucket-full of crabs and
                   watching my grandmother dump the crabs into the scalding water on the kitchen stove.
                   Eating the sweet crab meat at the end of a day at the river was the high point of my
                   summers in Pine Beach.


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