we didn’t even have to wash-up first. Grandma knew a little dirt wouldn’t hurt us and we certainly found a multitude of circumstances in which to get dirty. We would gear up with butterfly nets, buckets for frogs and crawfish and long cane poles for fishing in some quiet pond. Once, we caught a three-legged bull frog which we named Firetruck, because he didn’t croak, he wailed like an emergency siren. We lugged buckets of tadpoles and observed with fascination when legs sprouted and tails disappeared. Many times, Grandma joined us, especially for an early morning fishing trip. She loved to fish, however her fear of water meant she always fished from the shore. She had reason to be afraid, both of her Grandfathers had died in the Wabash River. Our fishing excursions with her were quiet, which may be why we always caught more fish when she was with
we didn’t even have to wash-up first. Grandma knew a little dirt wouldn’t hurt us and we certainly found a multitude of circumstances in which to get dirty. We would gear up with butterfly nets, buckets for frogs and crawfish and long cane poles for fishing in some quiet pond. Once, we caught a three-legged bull frog which we named Firetruck, because he didn’t croak, he wailed like an emergency siren. We lugged buckets of tadpoles and observed with fascination when legs sprouted and tails disappeared. Many times, Grandma joined us, especially for an early morning fishing trip. She loved to fish, however her fear of water meant she always fished from the shore. She had reason to be afraid, both of her Grandfathers had died in the Wabash River. Our fishing excursions with her were quiet, which may be why we always caught more fish when she was with