Even in Florida it's cold this time of year. There were five of the
Alderborn brothers. Their mother died giving birth to the youngest
son, so they called him 'the Ferry~Man' and had the habit of
sketching him on little blots of paper poling a pirogue through the
River Sticks. A mystic, a scribe, an illustrator of ancient lore. How far
back in the Alderborn bloodline could these spell weaving instincts
be traced? In the age of their youth, the Alderborn brothers came
down from Minnesota on January 1st 1929 and set up shop selling
oysters beside a fish market on the Wharf of Apalachee Bay. The
locals just called it 'the Bay' and the Alderborn brothers were
welcomed into the quaint yet busy seafood monger coastal town with
the usual Southern Hospitality. The girls of the Bay were pretty
enough but all five of the Alderborn brothers had their sights set on
earning a fortune for themselves by the industry of their labors. All
the Alderborn brothers were committed to acquiring great wealth from
the sea. All were determined with equal vehemence to harvest the
bounty of the sea for their collective good. They nursed serene
fantasies of retiring with their fortunes to the quiet satisfaction of a
peanut plantation high on the Hill of Alabama. None of the Alderborn
brothers had any desire whatsoever to return to the long, frozen, icy
winters of the North Country. Selling oysters on the half shell or by
the bag was only the beginning of the Alderborn brothers' grand plan
for harvesting the bounty of the briny for fame, fortune and an easy
settled life in the South. Watching hungry folks guzzle RC Cola to
wash down the salty muscles turned red with hot sauce had the effect
of whetting the brothers' own appetites for the financial gains which
they knew with increasing surety were their destiny, their birthright.
Yes, encouragement for their high ideals of affluence came in all
forms. They had the notion from a Sears and Roebuck's catalogue
that they could find untold wealth in the cultivation of pearls. Pearl
farming, a sure and certain path to successful entrepreneurship and
by golly, the Alderborn brothers could do it if anybody could. The
first thing they had to do, like the sketches of the Ferry~Man, was get
a bunch of stobs shoved down into the sandy bottom of the lush
grass flats of the crystal clear shallows of the Bay. Loblolly stobs
would do since these particular pines flourished in profusion among
the palmettos of the marshes of the Bay. In six feet of water they
would arrange an acre sized workers' grid of Loblolly stobs, each of
which would stick far enough above the surface of the water so as to
still be visible at high tide. The Aucilla, Econfina, St. Marks and the
Sopchoppy via the Ochlocknee all drain their nutrient laden currents
into the Bay. This rich marine environment would surely produce the
biggest and the most lustrous pearls the world had ever seen! The
wide shallows of the Bay lay open before them like the blooming
udders of a healthy and well kept maritime cow; it was up to the
Alderborn brothers to milk her for all she was worth.
Now pearl farming wasn't as easy as it sounded but the Alderborn
brothers weren't the type to be deterred by arduous work nor
wrestling the elements. In between tonging and shucking and
bagging oysters, they each in turn visited the public library and
thoroughly studied everything they could find to read about the fine
art of pearl farming.
Alderborn brothers. Their mother died giving birth to the youngest
son, so they called him 'the Ferry~Man' and had the habit of
sketching him on little blots of paper poling a pirogue through the
River Sticks. A mystic, a scribe, an illustrator of ancient lore. How far
back in the Alderborn bloodline could these spell weaving instincts
be traced? In the age of their youth, the Alderborn brothers came
down from Minnesota on January 1st 1929 and set up shop selling
oysters beside a fish market on the Wharf of Apalachee Bay. The
locals just called it 'the Bay' and the Alderborn brothers were
welcomed into the quaint yet busy seafood monger coastal town with
the usual Southern Hospitality. The girls of the Bay were pretty
enough but all five of the Alderborn brothers had their sights set on
earning a fortune for themselves by the industry of their labors. All
the Alderborn brothers were committed to acquiring great wealth from
the sea. All were determined with equal vehemence to harvest the
bounty of the sea for their collective good. They nursed serene
fantasies of retiring with their fortunes to the quiet satisfaction of a
peanut plantation high on the Hill of Alabama. None of the Alderborn
brothers had any desire whatsoever to return to the long, frozen, icy
winters of the North Country. Selling oysters on the half shell or by
the bag was only the beginning of the Alderborn brothers' grand plan
for harvesting the bounty of the briny for fame, fortune and an easy
settled life in the South. Watching hungry folks guzzle RC Cola to
wash down the salty muscles turned red with hot sauce had the effect
of whetting the brothers' own appetites for the financial gains which
they knew with increasing surety were their destiny, their birthright.
Yes, encouragement for their high ideals of affluence came in all
forms. They had the notion from a Sears and Roebuck's catalogue
that they could find untold wealth in the cultivation of pearls. Pearl
farming, a sure and certain path to successful entrepreneurship and
by golly, the Alderborn brothers could do it if anybody could. The
first thing they had to do, like the sketches of the Ferry~Man, was get
a bunch of stobs shoved down into the sandy bottom of the lush
grass flats of the crystal clear shallows of the Bay. Loblolly stobs
would do since these particular pines flourished in profusion among
the palmettos of the marshes of the Bay. In six feet of water they
would arrange an acre sized workers' grid of Loblolly stobs, each of
which would stick far enough above the surface of the water so as to
still be visible at high tide. The Aucilla, Econfina, St. Marks and the
Sopchoppy via the Ochlocknee all drain their nutrient laden currents
into the Bay. This rich marine environment would surely produce the
biggest and the most lustrous pearls the world had ever seen! The
wide shallows of the Bay lay open before them like the blooming
udders of a healthy and well kept maritime cow; it was up to the
Alderborn brothers to milk her for all she was worth.
Now pearl farming wasn't as easy as it sounded but the Alderborn
brothers weren't the type to be deterred by arduous work nor
wrestling the elements. In between tonging and shucking and
bagging oysters, they each in turn visited the public library and
thoroughly studied everything they could find to read about the fine
art of pearl farming.
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}*{ the Alderborn Brothers }*{
a simple story of simple people trying
to live a simple life in an unpredictable
world that is anything but simple
to live a simple life in an unpredictable
world that is anything but simple
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