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Brick and Rock

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I have a vague, dusty memory of my Dad and I as we rambled down a dirt road in his old Ford truck. I remember that we were headed for Camp Robinson, an old WWII POW camp in Arkansas that had housed German prisoners.

For a 5 year old, the explanation of POWS and wars was perplexing, but one thing I did know, Camp Robinson was a special place. You could go there and get things for free.  

In the early summer we went there for blackberries. A slice of blackberry ice box pie required suffering four things, mosquitos, ti