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“A lot of people came to town from up and down the Yaquina and Depot Slough with the tides for easier rowing. I remember that the Romtvedt farm was at the head of tidewater so they did that also, which Fred Romtvedt tells about in his "Life and Loves of Fred Romtvedt."
“A little story on the side: When I was in Toledo High School up on the hill, for football practice we walked down and along the track to the football field (which was the County Fairgrounds at that time). On the way down the hill, we often passed through a little apple orchard where I picked up a chicken egg, obviously well past fresh. I carried it along in my hand, thinking what to do with it. About where the railroad passenger cars are in the picture, as we football players were strung out along the track I impulsively threw it up ahead. (Rotten eggs are meant for throwing and not much else, right?) It landed squarely on my good friend George Henderson’s bare head! When I told him I threw it, he never did believe me. Whether he didn't think I could throw that accurately or was covering for some one, I never knew.”
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