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Alan is also known as The Victoria Addict. In the 2002-2003
season he provided us with a weekly text and photo journal of
his experiences as a first time Victoria grower. It is a valuable
resource and linked at the bottom of the page.
I was born Alan Gregory Montour on September 27,1961. Let
me see, that would make me 22 years old. Yeah, that's it -- 22.
My birth certificate says that I was born in Baltimore City,
Maryland. That means I started my life as a city boy. I grew
up making mud pies, riding bicycles, and cleaning up the neighborhood
by collecting soda pop bottles. I took them to the penny candy
store where I could get candy with the earnings from another
man's trash. Boy, were they the good old days!
Weekends and summers were spent at my mother's parents' homes
on the western shores of the Chesapeake Bay. There was no running
water, electricity or heat and air conditioning in one of them.
And in later years one was next to Calvert Cliffs Nuclear Power
Plant. But there was the water, vast numbers of fish species,
the Maryland Blue Crab, and many forms of aquatic plant and other
animal life forms. I remember once we were told we were eating
turtle soup for supper. Was this the same turtle that lived under
Fireworks were legal then, the Maryland Blue Crab was not
threatened, and you could catch Striped Bass, "Rock Fish",
in record numbers. Years of over-harvesting, mans' pollution
and progress, have now endangered the Chesapeake Bay and its
tributaries. Please help to restore a valuable and cherished
resource and future childhood memories.
This was my first association with water and its ecosystems.
The city environment was changing rapidly and my parents sought
a better environment to raise their family and that's when we
moved to the "country", Baltimore County. Are there
wild animals there? Oh my! So what where we doing on a 17 acre
farm anyway? After all we were city folk. The farm tractor was
purchased, the earth plowed, the seed planted, and we were then
vegetable farmers. We as children just had to have a horse, a
pony, chickens, one honorary goose, and the story of the possible
adoption of a circus elephant that needed a larger home.
This was my first association with the seed, the plant, and
The farm was only a rental and, upon the death of its owner,
the farm was to be sold. My parents fought hard to purchase this
piece of the earth but it wasn't meant to be. But there were
more childhood memories to cherish and to prepare me for adulthood.
So this is 2003, subtract 1961. Oh my -- I am 42 years old!
Put all my life's ingredients together, mix them up,
shake and stir, and you have a man planting his feet in Owings
Mills, Maryland, wishing he was living on the Chesapeake Bay,
wishing he was living on a 100 acre farm, but who decided to
bring a slice of the farm to him, to bring a body of water to
him, and caught a Victoria addiction.
Alan, Maryland Victoria Addict and Second Year Ponder
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