Nana and Papa certainly have the picture somewhere: I stand by my uncle’s pond, rod and reel in hand, with a small fish on the line. I must have been four, maybe fine. The rod and reel seemed impossibly heavy, and I thought the photographer — my uncle? mother? — would never snap the picture.
So I think I can understand the Girl’s frustration with me as I maneuvered for picture after picture of her first fish.
Rybki, rybki… Piotrkowi dzis doszla wedka, razem z Mariuszem zamowili licencje stanu NY, tak wiec zapowiadaja sie ciekawe wakacje pod namiotem pt: lowienie ryb :)
Pozdrowienia wakacyjne dla Was!
Nana and I looked for that photo last night that your uncle Nelson took. It must be in another box than the file Nana and aunt LaVerne had already sorted. We’ll keep looking. Your fish was rather small but it looks like L’s is “frying size.”