As I have been scanning in these slides the story becomes clearer. They call the crab races the National Hard Crab Derby. You buy a crab and they put a number on their shell and you name your crab. I was number 99! "Whitney". I don't know how well I did as my dad didn't take any photos of the standings. Oh well.
Back to the races. They then take your crab with your number on it and put them in these troughs with little dividers on it. Then when the race begins they dump the trough and out come the crabs and the first one over the finish line wins. I want to say they win a trophy and money.
By looking at the crowd it is quite a popular sport!! I believe they still do this in Crisfield today. I remember something on TV about it last year.
This is a picture of me with my mom. 
2 comments:
wern't you so cute.. what happened??
kididng, little dad humor since we are looing at his pictures.
He always said that to me when we looked at pictures. and mom looks so good too....
what is she holding? a crab???
love it, cant wait until you get to the time i was born.
-lil' sis...
You were cute and your Mom is very pretty. What an interesting sport. Crab racing. lol
Hate to hear about deer in your garden. They little plants that you seen were purple hull peas. As far as weed control, it is called punishment. When the kids do wrong, instead of being grounded, they have to hoe. Plus I hoe in the early morning hours. You would be surprised how long it takes one to straighten up after hoeing the garden. lol
Have a good one
Laura
colors in my kitchen, hmmm.... every color there is. No actual one color. I really like blue and yellow. hint hint
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