Nov. 1961 - Page 5...A name from my past. Joe Maltba, Middleton Wisconsin.
Somewhere around 1956, my parents took the family of then five kids on vacation. We were going up North in Wisconsin to camp out for a week. Half way there from home in Chicago my dad missed a turn on a two lane highway and rolled over the car end over end. The car roof was flatten and the windshield busted out. For the family a few busted bones and such. My dad got the car running again and we were able to drive back home. Dad still had a week of vacation left, so a WWII war buddy offered his home on Lake Mendota to us for a few days. That war buddy was Joe Maltba. This was the first time I ever seen a race boat. Joe took my dad out on the lake in one of his hydros. My dad didn't like it at all. I watched, as a young boy and fell in love with it all!