What could have been worse than the day, sometime during the Second World War at the Sears & Roebuck Store on Reading Road in Cincinnati, when my mom and dad were angry after I begged Grandma Edith to buy me that toy Springfield Rifle. Only when she swung back around as a young boatmen swarmed about her with clean, dry towels did my anxiety subsist. That made me sick with fear she would fall overboard and perish. The Incinerator was between the boat and the bridge.Īnd the time Aunt Mary hung her long legs over the stern of a ferryboat and dangled her feet in the river. My Dreamtime Houseboat is the shantyboat of the story. Why did we always sit on those hard wooden benches behind the pilothouse of the ISLAND QUEEN where, inside, strange old men were rustling about? The darkness alone was terrorizing, but when that dreadful whistle blasted, I was petrified. Dark, wet, foreboding full of terrible sights and sounds. The river was a terrifying place for a little boy. The River: In the beginning, the river was a terrifying place for a little boy in time, it was a way of life "The River" is an ongoing series in the Northern Kentucky Tribune, archived at with express permission from the NKy Tribune. The is the first of a long and continuing story." - NKyTribune Captain Don Sanders will be sharing the stories of his long association with the river-from terror to discovery to a way of love and life. "The riverboat captain is a storyteller, and this is where the stories begin.
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