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D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
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D.I.V.O.R.C.E. My Da was a fisherman. I think he craved the solitude. He had been a soldier and it hurt him deep so something about fishing helped to calm him. Opening day was always a big deal. Didn’t matter what else was happening, he was going fishing. He had a small boat with a little puttputt motor. He had waders. He had a hat where he hooked his home made flies. He had a pipe and his tobacco. ( sic. I have a picture of him on my bedroom wall at sunup on opening day, a tall lean man in waders, standing in a pond about knee deep………to me, it is the epitome of elegance. ) I was the second and not afraid of worms or flopping fish. On vacations, I would climb into the boat, sit quietly bait hooks, wait for a bite, inhaling the sweet cherry scent of my Da’s tobacco. My long frizzy hair becoming a tangles mass, I’d strip off my shirt (hey, I was three), sit back, revel in the first rays of the sun, unhook a catch, grinning widely at a beautiful rainbow trout before letting them flop back into the water.  No one in my family ate fish so we just let them all go. All those beautiful fish we caught, mama’d make us fishsticks. I never ate fish until I was out of the house. Da didn’t seem to mind much. He’d hold them low over the side and watch them go free, smile back at me, tell me to keep count so we could brag on it. Then, as luck would have it, Da met Johnny. Johnny wanted to learn to fish or maybe he just wanted to get away like Da. Doesn’t matter. Da had a fishing buddy, I was kicked to the curb. It about broke my heart until I discovered boys. Johnny was a good guy though. He always made us laugh but his wife was sort of like sucking on a lemon. As much as Da liked Johnny, that’s how much mama didn’t take to Joan. In those days, couples had couple friends. Da and Johnny would have to sneak out fishing…. Mama called them thieves. It would have all been just fine but for the fact Johnny couldn’t catch fish but Da could so when Johnny started bringing home fish, Joan got suspicious. Seems to me she should have just been happy. Mama said it wasn’t in her. Anyway, one Saturday, she called. I picked up the phone, said Da was out fishing. Mama snatched the phone from my hand. Joan said, well Peg since both our men are gone, let’s go shopping but mama said she couldn’t as she had no one to watch the ….. an hour later, guess who arrives, pulls all the way in the driveway, like she’s there for the week. Two hours later, the dads pull up out front. They come down the drive, stinking of fish, Johnny all smiles, slapping my Da on the back, until he sees Joan sitting with mama, watching us in a wading pool. My Da says…”looks like something fishy is going on here”. I know, right? My mama shoots him the stink eye cuz she just had to spend two hours with someone she can’t stand. Johnny says “well, there you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Mama laughed at that. Long story short, Da and Johnny continued to fish together forever. Joan left. Johnny married someone mama liked who liked mama and Johnny. They had a , called Bruce. I never did care for that name. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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this was the first divorce in my parents' group of friends. come to think of it, it may be the only one. Johnny stayed married the second time. when I think of my own friends, there's a lot more there's also a lot more that never bothered with marriage in the legal sense. my own brother married 6 times. I still enjoy fishing. and I still let them go. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Nice story. I like fishing. My wife and I are married 42 years. It ain't cheating if you are there and involved, lol. It is important for people to remember why they started off together in order to stay together. We are lucky!
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A very nice story. You weren't clear if your Dad was smoking the pipe in that fishing pic. I do remember when pipe smoking had a certain cachet about it. My grandpa's both did it and I tried it when in my early twenties. I never did get into fishing much. No one in my family fished so I guess nothing to model on. If you see me in the real world, come say "Hi Justskin." I always behave. Preferably not well. 
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My brother's first wife was a bitch on wheels. . She didn't like anyone and the feelings were mutual. We were careful not to mention that to him as to not hurt his feelings... but he knew. When he finally got divorced, it was such a relief to everyone. Great life story. . Your Dad and Mom sound so sweet. I never got into fishing. . I'd probably like it... if someone else would clean the fish.  Never could see throwing away good food. 
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Fishing seemed boring to me, but my dad liked it. I always thought a good excuse to sit and drink beer.
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I used to go fishing with my old man, and when he took up golf, I did too. My mother was one who was jealous of the time her spent playing golf and she threw a fit when ever she thought he was late getting home. We played in a foursome every Sunday- me, my dad, my uncle and my grandfather. I could never see what made her so mad about him spending time with his family. She hadn't liked the fishing trips any better. (And we ate our fish.) Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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This brings back memories of times with a family friend who took me out hunting and fishing back when I was a teenager. He was sort of like a Dad that I hadn't had. He smoked a pipe also and I liked the smell of the smoke. He would tap the pipe on the side of the aluminum row boat to clean it out before either putting it back in his pocket or refilling it. I could often tell when he was close by when we were hunting as I could smell wisps of smoke from his pipe. I never cared for eating fish either so I let them go unless they were big enough to keep when I was with him as he did eat them. Those lemons can be deceptive, sometimes they seem so sweet until you marry them, then they turn sour.  Vive La Difference
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Oh My the smell of Middleton's Cherry Blend- still comes from Virginia. I remember catching my first fish in Yellowstone- a German brown trout that filled the wrought iron fry pan over the camp fire. Thanks for the walk down memory lane. As always a lovely peek into your life (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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Fishing is the best invention. Invented by a man of course! And the joy of hooking one is the same aged 3 or 103! Glad Joan left. Poor Johnny and Ma!
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Wow fishing is always fun and I still like to go! Any age can have lots of fun. I started by going fishing with my grand dad who got he hooked on fishing. A great story Wicked.. Now I am getting ready to run a fishing derby for the community coming up in June.. hugss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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I had a love-hate relationship with fishing. I used to love spending time fishing until I caught a fish! 
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Funny, when you talked about them sneaking out to go fishing and your mama calling them thieves - it brought back a memory. On a group bike ride with my friends, long gradual downhill, tailwind, flying down the road going 25 mph with almost no effort - my friend Ken turned to me grinning and said, "This is just like stealing, isn't it?!"   
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