This week's word sure brings back lots of very good memories. My Ma was the fisherman in our family, and try as she might, she just couldn't instill her love of fishing in me. Oh, I like to fish, I just couldn't sit on that river bank for hours, like she could. I think she didn't really HAVE to catch anything.....I think just sitting there with the sun beating down, and God's creation all around her was joy enough. Add 50 or 60 or 100 crappie to that equation, and Mama really would smile!
I sure do miss my Ma, and with the days getting warmer, with The World's Biggest Fish Fry just concluding, with stringers of slab crappie in the news often, the thoughts of the days spent with her fishing are good thoughts indeed. I know I did not enjoy the quietness then as I enjoy it now, and I know I ruined some of my Ma's quietness, but fishing brought that peace & contentment to me and I am real glad it did.
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When I was little my grandfather, Shorty Farmer, took me fishing all the time. Grandma Ruby would pack us a lunch and off we'd go to sit on the bank to fish for perch. It never mattered to me if I caught anything or not...I just loved spending time with Grandaddy!
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