Lee Grimes and Pete Richards Fishing, 1969

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Lee Grimes and Pete Richards Fishing, 1969

Lee Grimes and Pete Richards Fishing, 1969

June 10, 2017

Florida native Lee Grimes, pictured far right, with Pete Richards, center, fishing at Homossasa Springs on the west coast of Florida.

Lee Grimes was born in Laurel Hill, Florida in 1894.

Listen as his son, Larry Grimes of Winter Garden, describes fishing with his dad in this execerpt from an oral history interview with Larry Grimes at the Orlando Public Library on Febuary 20, 2017.

LISTEN Part I (20:08)

Again, my father was a very avid fisherman and I don't know why he chose me, I guess I was the youngest, and I had to row the boat and he did the fishing. So I learned after a while to ask for something in return. And he had an old 22 rifle and I said, "Dad, how about letting me take this rifle along and while you're fishing in one spot I can do some potshots at cypress trees and stuff along the shoreline." He agreed to that. So then I didn't mind going any time he wanted to because I was out there having fun with that. And there would be times when just the two of us would go out there. And if he didn't catch bass he would row over or I would into a little cove there where there were brim that would bed.

Fish Fry on Lake Butler

So I'd catch a few brim and we'd take them back to the camp and he'd clean them and he'd fire up that kerosene stove that had a glass container on one side of it with the kerosene in it and then a pipe that ran across the two burners were asbestos. And they had wicks that went down into the bottoms there that would absorb the kerosene and after it would set there a few minutes. You know, you could hear it bubbling. Every now and then he'd strike a match and light the unit and then get the frying pan and put it on there and we didn't have cooking oil. We'd use lard; what everybody cooked with. Put some in there and cornmeal and salt and pepper on the fish and fry them. And then we'd take a couple of slices of bread, there would always be a little hot lard left there with all the crumbs from the cornmeal. And we would toast the bread in that mixture of cornmeal and lard. And that's what we would eat with the fish. And he and I would sit out there and eat whatever we caught, you know. It was at the end of a clay road that was more than a mile to the nearest paved road to get to the west side of Lake Butler. And now those two lots, I still live on the lake, just sold one down from me for 779,000 and one for 750,000 and no house or anything on them. Just the bare lot.



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