Raices y Ramas

Today is the 5th anniversary of my brother Dick's return to our Creator.  I have written this anecdote before, but I wanted to post it on this blog, as well. As a kid, I used to hate fishing. It might have been different had I been able to catch fish. To top it off, I was jealous of my brothers Dick and Tom, because they always caught something. But my older brother had that something special when he fished, because he always caught the fish he was angling for . It was almost a vocation for him. He bought the books. He bought different poles and different reels. He learned what each of them was for and how to use them to his advan tage. He’s fished and hunted in many different parts of the world. When he was fishing or hunting, no matter where it was, he was in his element. As I grew older and—I’d like to think—smarter, I began to realize what he saw in the sport. I also realized that it wasn’t the catching that was important—it was the fishing. When I do go fishing,...

My dad’s birthday, and his and my mom’s anniversary is December 20 th .   He was born in 1907, and they were married in 1941, just weeks after Japan bombed Pearl Harbor.   They were happily married for almost 29 years, when my father passed away in 1970.   Their marriage was extraordinary in the sense that they only knew each other for 6 weeks before getting married.   Preparing for this blog entry, I thought I would do something different than what I usually do; recount my memories of them.   So I went back to the blog Mom was writing for a few years while in her late eighties to early nineties and found her account of the courtship and marriage.   I found it quaint, heart-warming and funny.   I hope you do, too.   I must confess I did quite a bit of editing for grammar and punctuation, as the story was told over several entries in her blog, so I cut and pasted all of the posts and put them together—and, she LOVED to use run-on sente...