Here is “My Dreams Were Dashed”, story.
When one of my older brothers joined the AF he packed a few belongings in a box, stashed them in a closet and took off for the “wild blue yonder”. I was about 12 years old at the time and within a week or so I took possession of that box and its contents. Two of the items I still have to this day. A “Western” hunting knife with a white handle and the Martin reel that I mentioned before. It was a bright beautiful red and a most amazing piece of workmanship, the likes of which I had never, ever held in my hand before, let alone have possession of.
For many year after, whenever using that reel, I would try to picture in my mind as to where and how that reel was manufactured. And like always, I had visions of a big fancy factory with lots of people working tediously to produce those beautiful thingys.
Now fast forward to 1967: I was living and working in Herkimer, NY, and one day after work I needed to go to Cooperstown. So, I crossed the river into the Village of Mohawk and then seen the after-work traffic was backed-up at the “Red Light”. Not wanting to wait, I took a side street to bypass the “light” and …………… SCREECH, ….. I slammed on the brakes.
There on that street was an old dilapidated reddish looking building, not much wider than a 10 stall garage, with a big sign on the front stating …… Martin Fishing Reel Co. (or something close to that)
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