Walter Trumbo

After my dad died in 1960 when I was 5. Uncle Gene and Aunt Pat would baby sit for me several time. I remember that was so looking forward to Uncle coming home after work to spend time with me down in his basement.Debbie and I would wait paly riding bikes around the neighborhood. A year or so before he passed he gave me some fishing equipment and in one of the rod tube to my astonishment a bamboo fly rod that is one of my fine cherished possessions of Trumbo's since I didn't have much from...