An Homage to Trafford

Let's be Frank

No, certainly not the saint, or even Francis Albert, Frank Trafford was the last of his line to the best of my knowledge. Which is why I am going to give Laska the Trafford moniker. - Laskarina B. Trafford, unless Patris (or anyone else) objects loudly.

Frank Trafford L.S. (licensed land surveyor) knew the estuaries, rivers, bays, and real estate of Monmouth County as intimately as any living person of his generation.

There were few who waded through more flooding on Waterman Avenue, and none whose family roots went back further locally. He lived in a small cottage with his boats in the driveway, mostly a bachelor, but all that’s another story.

And how Laska got into this world, well, that’s all up in the air. But now she has a father to add to her growing backstory.

Waterman is close enough to the Better Duck Inn, that Laska paddled in past the dog legged Avenue standing up in her canoe on her return trip, with the incoming tide, about halfway between Highlands and Little Silver, by water.

I do not have a picture of Frank Trafford anywhere, and sadly there are fewer and fewer who remember him at all. He never had a daughter, but I know he would have been proud of our Laska.