If Gibtown Could Talk About It’s Past – The Stories It Would Tell
What it was like long ago in Gibsonton, Florida
Decades ago, on an early, sunny, Sunday afternoon during the balmy winter months we enjoy here in Gibsonton, you might have driven over the old wooden bridge on Hwy 41 and stopped by the Giant’s Camp and had a late breakfast with Al and Jeannie. In the early days of Gibsonton Florida things were much different than they are today.
You would have caught up on the happening jackpots with some of the local citizenry of the area like The Three Legged Man, the Ape Girl or the Seal Boy.
They were all your friends and you knew them well. You never knew who would drop in but you knew that sooner or later, if you lingered over your coffee long enough, somebody interesting would come through the door.
Perhaps later you’d rent a boat, buy some bait and enjoy a lazy afternoon out on the beautiful Alafia River with your fishing pole and catch a big old snook or redfish for supper.
I don’t know about you, but I’d gladly trade in my ‘smartphone’, E-Tablet, Fios TV and high speed internet connection for a while to be able to experience another Sunday like this again . . . .
(And back then, You wouldn’t even have needed a fishing license.)