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From: Listen With Mother Stories
Fishing?
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As soon as hubby gets me a spot cleaned out and kills that snake he says is as big as a fence post, I'm going to start fishing. I think I'll use a cane pole like Mama did.
I used to fish all the time. I haven't in many years. If I lived near the water, I'd probably fish evryday. Thank you for visiting and the cheers for my daughter. Smiles to you, Susie
My Uncle Morrice Dean - we always say the Dean - was 10 years old when mama and daddy married. He was 11 when I was born and still young enough to get a kick out of pushing a giggling toddler around and around the house in a plain ole' cardboard box. Mama was only 16 when she married and left Oklahoma City and made her home with my daddy in Arkansas. Although she was welcomed by her new family, she was frequently homesick and would send for her baby brother to stay a few weeks with her. Clockwise from the top: Tallest is My Uncle Bob, My Grandpa, My Uncle Toby, My Mama Virginia, My Uncle Morrice Dean, My Grandma, My Uncle Ted. Morrice Dean was pretty much informally adopted by daddy's family and was a frequent visitor at the Middleton family home. He and Uncle Paul became great friends. He is most remembered by his always present glasses, wide smile, and free and easy disposition. Mama, Morrice and Paul (Paul says Mama's knees in his back really hurt) With
Somewhere there is a baby picture of me with my Mama and Daddy. They had me lying on a pillow in a straight backed kitchen chair outside Aunt Maggie's little house. They are both looking down on me and the photo does not show their faces. Of all these old pictures I have, I cannot find that one. It makes me sad. I can't find the picture of Greg and Cassie I have titled, "The Fish Story" either. So, instead I am showing a picture of my Mama with her Mama. Except Mama always had to call her Mother. She said she would not answer her unless she did. I always thought that strange as we never called her Grandmother. I don't know why Mama (and therefore me too) was so short. Grandma was fairly tall and Grandpa was a very large man. It is a funny thing about genetics, isn't it? I have uncles over six feet tall and my Daddy was only 5'7". And sometimes those blue eyes pop up in a family of brown eyed children.
too cute! laughing about the snake, though. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's a lovely place to fish BUT make sure the snake is gone!!!
ReplyDeleteMorning!
ReplyDeleteHope you have a blast!!
I think I'll buy a fishing license this year, and fish myself :)
Come visit my blog sometime .... I've missed ya.
I would even think about it til that sssnake is dead..severely dead! :)
ReplyDeleteOh, I Love to fish...but I like an ultralight and lures...though some days I do like a zebco and worms or crickets...just depends on the mood I am in.
ReplyDeleteI used to fish all the time. I haven't in many years. If I lived near the water, I'd probably fish evryday. Thank you for visiting and the cheers for my daughter. Smiles to you, Susie
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