The Roanoker - September/October 2016 - 68
On the River . . .
Oh, The People You Meet
The Roanoke River, once a polluted and odiferous mess, is enjoying a new life as an outdoor
destination for people fishing, riding, walking, floating or just looking around.
STORY AND PHOTOS
BY BRUCE INGRAM
WHEN I WAS GROWING UP in
Salem in the 1950s and 1960s, the
Roanoke River was a loathsome place
where my mother said I "would get
sores" if I wade-fished it.
Mom's warnings had some basis in
truth. On one secret angling expedition where I defied her admonitions, I observed
great gobs of
blobs floating by as well as dead
fish lining the shore. On another, I
stepped on a car hood that left a gash
on a leg.
Some 50 years later, our urban waterway is a far different place, and on
several weekends I set out to talk to
folks who enjoy the
Read, float, fish
Cushing Holland (left) relaxes with reading
while George Holland (center) relaxes with
fishing, as does Larry Howell (above).
68 | SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER 2016