With Father’s Day coming up, I’ve been thinking of my grandfather, Abe, who liked to fish with my mom.
I never got to meet my grandpa Abe, who died while my parents were making wedding plans. I’ve heard he was a “kid person,” and that at parties, he always chose to sit at the kids’ table with his daughter, my mom. He was the oldest son, and his family needed him to help out in the auto-parts store, so Abe dropped out of school to help in the store. As an adult, he was embarrassed about his lack of education. He taught himself Spanish in order to communicate with customers in his store. Abe served in the Coast Guard during World War II, and he was a Freemason. Abe was the family photographer, filling albums full of black and white snapshots of family, friends, and neighbors.My grandparents, Abe and Goldye, settled in the very small town of Howell, Michigan. As of the 2010 census, Howell had a population of just 9,489.
My mom has fond memories of fishing with her dad. They would go out in a boat on Howell Lake. She loved to spend time on the lake with her dad. When she started out, he would bait the hook, and she would put it in the water. Together, they would watch the bobbin. If it moved, Abe would pull in the fish! Later on, as she grew more comfortable fishing, she would bait the hook with a worm. She remembers that Rush Lake was a “mucky” lake. This another local swimming hole. They would catch sunfish and perch on Howell or Rush Lake, in the summers.
In the 1960s, the family relocated to Northern California, where my mom completed her college degree, at UC Berkeley. Some of the aunts, uncles, and cousins remained in the Midwest, and Goldye would continue to visit them for many years.
I am sorry that Abe never got to meet his grandchildren, and that we never got to meet him. It would have been fun to go fishing with my Grandpa Abe.
(This post was written by Elena Como, eCommerce, Email and Social Media manager for ADDYA Outdoors)