Raymond W. Kosmerick Jr.

One of my most vivid memories of my childhood was the time, when I was about 8 or 9 years old, that Grandad Howland and Uncle Ray took me bass fishing on Little Lake. It was summer and we went well after dark. After awhile I laid down in the bottom of the boat and went to sleep. When Grandpa and Uncle Ray finished fishing, Uncle Ray carried me to the truck and let me sleep back to Grandpa's house. I think Grandpa and Uncle Ray caught some really nice bass that night. I will always remember...