My father spent his boyhood years in this one-street town, much like Hannibal, Missiouri, on the banks of the Susquehanna River. He lived on a farm with relatives because his widowed mother could not support him AND two younger siblings seeThe Birth of Ruth Posner Hymanon this web page. They were good years for him, and he had good memories of them except for the vicious anti-semitism of his schoolmates. The school was named The Jacob Tome School in honor of the founder, builder and patron of this private, free, K-12 school. At the time, one could see the pebbles on the bottom of the river, 20 feet below the dock. Herman nearly cried in 1984--his only trip back to Port Deposit--to see what had become of the river as a result of pollution. We met a few folks there who remembered him or his relatives. He tried to reconnect with his past, but his past wasn t there anymore. We shot a lot of photographs. It was a good day, all in all. My mentally ill brother refused to accompany his father down this memory lane. We went without him. This painting portrays my dad, camera in hand, pipe in mouth, standing at the base of a beautifully constructed, HUGE stone staircase and wall that reached up to the top of the tall, steep hill... where my dad had to eat his lunch alone beccause the other boys shunned him. Still, back then, he had fun fishing and gathering blackberries and living the rural life. Other than our visit in 1984, I have no documents or other information about the town, the school, etc. Our visit is my only tangible connection to this significant portion of my father s life. God bless you, dad. 1907-1997.