#Photography #Nature #Understanding
Posted on November 2, 2013
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Jackie Saulmon Ramirez
November 2, 2013
I love the rustic boat simply made. I fished in a pond once, much like this one. The boat was lent to people in the area, mostly children. You had to provide your own pole and bait but you could keep any fish you caught. The couple, John and Addy Golloway, who owned the pond were lovely people and Addy was the sister of my grandfather’s sister. John and Addy spoke in s l o w h a l t i n g words – so slow that even I, a small child, was eager to finish their thoughts. Addy, when she was a wee girl of about three or four, misplaced a wooden doll she had gotten as a gift. I found that doll about sixty-odd years later under the log house where Addy and my grandfather lived. I gave that doll, aptly named Addy, to my last daughter just this last August. This is where the boat in your photograph has taken me this Saturday afternoon. (I was born while my parents lived in the ‘old house’ and have only a few photos and a drawing of it but many stories and memories.) Thank you for this.
johndwm
November 2, 2013
It would be nice to post this under the picture. Would you be Ok with this and if so feel free to make any changes though it doesn’t need to be… Thank you. Its great encouragement!
Jackie Saulmon Ramirez
November 2, 2013
Absolutely, you have my permission. I wish there were a way to post the drawing… some day.
Jackie Saulmon Ramirez
November 2, 2013
I found an error so use this:
I love the rustic boat simply made. I fished in a pond once, much like this one. The boat was lent to people in the area, mostly children. You had to provide your own pole and bait but you could keep any fish you caught. The couple, John and Addy Golloway, who owned the pond were lovely people and Addy was the sister of my grandfather. John and Addy spoke in s l o w h a l t i n g words – so slow that even I, a small child, was eager to finish their thoughts. Addy, when she was a wee girl of about three or four, misplaced a wooden doll she had gotten as a gift. I found that doll about sixty-odd years later under the log house where Addy and my grandfather lived. I gave that doll, aptly named Addy, to my last daughter just this last August. This is where the boat in your photograph has taken me this Saturday afternoon. (I was born while my parents lived in the ‘old house’ and have only a few photos and a drawing of it but many stories and memories.) Thank you for this.