I learned to fish ………
Mom grew up in a small town in Missouri, Marionville. She grew up in town, and I heard she climbed trees, shot marbles, hunted, and fished better than any boy in town.Then, during the later part of Mom’s High School Days, they moved to the farm.
My Granddaddy had orchards, pigs, corn and a pharmacy in town. He worked a lot, but got his relaxation from hunting and fishing. Mom learned from him.Then, when it was time, Mom passed on the lessons to me. My Dad worked as a mortician and was on call for the Ambulance Service we owned 24/7.
He took me fishing some, but it was Mom that taught me how to tie a hook on the line, watch the bobber, and jerk the pole at the right time. She did not have to teach me how to eat the fish though.
I remember the long walk down the hill to the “fishin hole”, the deep, wide creek we fished in, the big fish we caught, and the great times we had.
When I got older and went back as an adult—the walk was about 5 yards, I could wade the creek in three steps, it was not “20 feet deep” only waist high. I guess the only thing that remains big, are the memories.
Those memories are the ones that make my heart feel healthier and happier. That is only one of the many times we spent together, my Mom and I. Now we have grown to be older and wiser Healthy Heart Folks —–in different places together—– through the memories we share.
I hope this made you feel like a Happy Heart Folk too!