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My brother, Earl, always had his buzzed until he started paying for it himself. He keeps it well manicured now. Earl’s nickname was Bub. I don’t have a clue where it came from, but he is a Junior..Earl F. Shaffer Jr. For some reason Dad didn’t want me named for anyone...we found out thirty years later that the first known in our line at the start of the 19th century was Michael with no middle name. Dad decided I should have the Lee middle name...after the two Lee’s that signed the Declaration of Independence...we are direct descendants of Richard Henry and Francis Lightfoot Lee. My sister, Linda, also carried the Lee name forward as has my son, Trevor. Robert E. Lee was a distant cousin. It is from my Great Grandmother that our lineage can be traced to a Viking, Rollo, the First Duke of Normandy. Kind of odd that we owned a row boat until the late 1960s. After we moved to a suburb of Baltimore from Magothy Beach, Dad took it out to the deepest part of the Magothy River in Maryland, sank it and swam back to shore to keep it from being stolen...never have figured that out, but he didn’t want a guy we called Fat Jack to lay claim to it. Fat Jack is long dead, and a new house is on his property now, but his old rundown shack is still standing. He would lay claim to old row boats and tar the sides to keep them afloat, so he could rent them out. lol. Life on the River. lol. Years later Dad bought land on what was a swampy back river on the Severn. After we moved he sold it for a song because a friend had dug out the swamp deep enough to get a row boat in and out. Dad, ever the astute business man, sold it for a profit of about 7000 dollars, after decades of warnings from his Grandmother, Nettie B. Hill of Virginia, to “Never sell land!” About two years later the State dredged out the swamp, making it waterfront. How much was it worth then? I don’t want to talk about it.
"We don't have any law here. Just a graveyard." LL from TREASURE MOUNTAIN
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