My father George and Donald were brothers and over the years our families visited back and forth first in Sudbury and then in Port Colborne.  One of  my greatest memories is when we all came to Sudbury to visit and Uncle Don and Dad took all the boys ( four of us kids ) fishing in one of the little lakes that surround the area.  Having grown up on Lake Eire I was use to fishing for perch and other lake fish and thought I had seen a lot of fish.

Uncle Down tracked us into one of his hidey holes and we start fishing.  The pickerl were biting that day and we caught a lot of fish for our dinner that night.  On the way out of the bush Uncle Don handed out little plastic containers with lids on them and for the first time in  my life (but not my last() I started hunting for fresh blueberries.

There were thousands of those little blue gems and after we filled our containers, we drove home tired but very happy.

When we got home, we set about cleaning the fish while Uncle Don and Dad watched over us making sure we got all the bones out.  For supper that night we had fresh pan fried pickerl sone sort of veggy and for desert we had vanilla ice cream and fresh blueberries.

The day ended with the boys sleeping out in a tent on this little island in the middle of Uncle Don's back yard.