While going through things in my Dad’s basement back in February we ran across my Grandfathers old fishing box. It included several old fishing reels and lures and an old fishing license from his home in Scranton Pennsylvania. Al and Jennie later moved to Toms River New Jersey where we would visit in the summers every couple of years. I am guessing he didn’t fish much after moving. Instead he kept busy with his garden and bird watching. We would sit in the sun room and he would tell us stories with Jennie yelling from the other room,”Al, you already told them that.” We would always spend a day at Seaside heights on the board walk and beach(Dad hated sand), and lots of time painting and doing crafts with Grandma Finch. We also learned to play shuffle board there.
