Mr. Bob Rothstein shares his experiences of being a youth on the Bronx River. Enjoy!
Dear Bronx River Alliance!
Ran across a note you submitted to the Back In The Bronx newsletter and this transplanted Bronxite is pleased to know that my youthful favorite stay out of trouble site has a human voice. I am nearing my 84th birthday and I fondly reminisce about the youthful carefree days I spent catching cray fish below the waterfall by the old Lorillard snuff mill. I would time frame this about 1936-37. I had brought home a bucket full of the "crawdads" one summer’s day and put them in the family bath tub to preserve them for dinner…My dad was a letter carrier working out of the Wakefield Station Post Office. Pop wanted to take a bath before dinner when ‘lo he stepped into the tub, let out a shout and ran out of the bath, towel wrapped about his waist, down the hallway and into the kitchen and told me to get my small lobsters… the #+%*+" ‘outta’ the tub!" So much for my "bring ’em back alive fishing expeditions."
Best regards – Bob Rothstein – Rancho Mirage, CA
