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“Dad loved the lock house and the area around it so much, his fondest memories of childhood happened there.”
On October 7, 1943 my father, Richard Wynboom, was born. He was the fourth of five sons to my grandparents, Martin and Frances Wynboom. Grandpa was a lock master for the Cedars lock in Little Chute and they lived in the lock tender house at that location. When my Dad was thirteen years old Grandpa passed away and the family than moved from the lock house.
I always found it quite interesting that my Dad, his four brothers, and my Grandma were all unable to swim. Imagine raising five rambunctious young boys mere feet from the river and no one can swim! All five of the sons were born right at the lock house and not in a hospital. Dad loved to talk about his days of playing cowboys and indians in the yard and of course all the mischief that five boys could get into. One of those memorable incidents was the time when Dad threw a rope over the lock wall and climbed down, he lost the rope and was stuck on a narrow ledge dangerously close to the river. He was stuck there for quite some time until his cries for help were finally heard. Though Grandma was relieved he was ok, needless to say she was less than happy with his actions! Dad loved the lock house and the area around it so much, his fondest memories of childhood happened there.
Dad had so many fond memories of living in the lock house. He always wanted to be able to return one day and see what the house looked like inside. Sadly he passed away in 2011 before he was able to return there.