I don't know what Many Islands was like in the late 1800's, but my Dad lived in that area when he was a child. He was born in 1909. Then it was just farms as in most rural areas but with the terrain being the beautiful hilly green
Ozark Mountains and Spring River winding its way through. His Father died when they were very young leaving a pregnant wife and eight small children behind, so, we can just imagine the hard times that they all endured. My Dad who was the oldest boy, had to quit school to help out, and he was only in the third grade. After he was married he moved to St. Louis
Missouri and raised a family there. Years later he his brother who had moved to
Texas and was raising his family there would plan their vacations together. We would meet up at Many Islands Camp and rent cabins for a week. The brothers could wade aross the many little water falls and islands and fish together all week long. All of us children would play on the sandy banks of the river, jump off the docks, and swim out to a wooden raft that was anchored in the deeper part of the river. Now I just wish I knew what tales the brothers were out there recalling while they fished together.
Patricia
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