Editor’s note: This is the 83rd of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy.
Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here.
Fishing with my sister
Just about every eight or nine-year-old boy likes to go fishing, and I was no exception. My dad fished quite a bit, and I often went along with him. My two sisters, who were in high school, didn’t care a whit about fishing. In fact they both thought it was pretty yucky. Then one day, from out of the blue, my sister, Maryann, offered to take me fishing the next day. In fact, she would drive me to one of my favorite fishing holes. This was really odd I thought. She didn’t even know how to fish.
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