The "Wanderlust" coming up Milburn Creek with my grandfather at the ship's wheel, about 1947.  The land behind his boat is Freeport, not that it looks anything like that today.  In fact, it is solid houses. This same route has been used by mariner's since the 1700's when further up the creek was "Lott's Landing" where commercial schooners would bring in imports and sail out to ports in New Jersey.  Grandpop took his little 32 foot boat here from Nova Scotia to Florida, depending on which fish were 'running' and the weather (Milburn Creek would freeze solid in the middle of winter).

The Wanderlust at dock, a little further up Milburn Creek at "the docks".  Grandpop's in the middle, my father is the young whipper-snapper on the right.  The man on the left unknown to me.  The fishing boats would come into the docks here where a fish broker bought the fish, unloaded them, iced them up and by morning they were in the Fulton Fish Market in New York City.

It was here that I learned to swim, when one day my dad picked me up and threw me in. It worked. I swam!

A close-up of father and son, my dad and grandfather - Still taken from his boat, with Freeport in the background with the marsh cattails waving in the breeze where houses are now.