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April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review Aug 9, 2012/ 21 Menachem-Av, 5772

When fishing, she lands companionship

By Sharon Randall




http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | I'm a fisherman's daughter and proud of it, but I will tell you this: I flat-out hate to fish.

I hate the hooks, the bait, the sitting and waiting and, most of all, the not talking. The only parts of fishing I don't hate are the fish I never catch.

My sister, who loves to fish as much as I do not, knows this about me. She must know it. I have told her countless times.

"Sissy," I say slowly, as if trying to talk to a strong-willed stump, "I'd do anything in the world for you, more or less, pretty much, but hear me on this: I. Don't Fish."

She nods, as if to say, "Yes, we all know you are … different."

Different? I've been called worse. But knowing what I am does not stop her from trying to make me something I am not.

What else are sisters for?

When we were little girls, five years apart, our daddy would take her fishing, leaving me at home because, she said, she was his "boy." I was just his "baby."

They'd come back sunburned and sleepy-eyed to gut and clean and batter and fry a big mess of whatever they had caught.

It all tasted like fish to me. I never acquired a taste for it. But for years, before I got anywhere near the sharp end of a hook, I was sure the act of fishing had to be the best thing anybody could ever hope to do.

When I told my mother that, she said my daddy felt the exact same way, which was one of the reasons she divorced him.

Imagine my thrill, when I was 8, to hear my dad say I was big enough to go fishing, just the two of us, without my sister. I don't know where she was or why she couldn't go. I didn't care. It was going to be the best day of my life. And I could not wait to brag to her about it.

ANTICIPATION VS. REALITY

Have you ever noticed how the anticipation of a long-awaited event sometimes has a tendency to outshine the reality?

Fishing was not fun. It was dirty, smelly and, get this, I was not even supposed to talk!

My dad didn't seem to have much fun at it, either. We went home without a nibble, which at least spared me the whole gutting, frying and eating mess.

I blamed my sister. Clearly, she had tricked me. It's a wonder we still speak. I tried fishing a few more times over the years, with much the same result. Finally, it dawned on me. I didn't need to be my daddy's "boy." I was happy just to be his "baby."

Yesterday, my sister tricked me again. I was in town for a short visit. She wasted no time.

"Cree called," she said. Cree is 11, her grandson. I wish you could see him. Talk about cute. "He wants to take us fishing."

I shot her a look that said, "You know I hate to fish."

She shot me one back that said, "Yes, but you love Cree."

I couldn't argue with that. Next thing I knew I was holding a pole, hoping I wouldn't get a bite. Cree had dug the worms. My sister baited my hook. It was still and quiet. No need for talk.

I smiled at the two of them, Cree and his fishing buddy. I thought of my grandbabies in California. What kind of buddy would I be to them?

Moments later, my niece and her 8-year-old, Logan, joined us on the dock. I wish you could've seen them. Talk about cute.

BEING ALL THINGS

Logan loves to talk. I don't know where she gets it. The talking did not sit well with her cousin Cree. But my sister, their "Mimi," handled it like a pro, quieting one, getting the other to be patient, being all things to both children at once.

That's what grandmothers do. It's like fishing: A dirty, smelly job, not always fun. It takes patience. Faith. Perseverance. Snacks. A well-stocked ice chest and a cushion to sit on.

But to some, it's the best thing anybody could ever hope to do.

What? No, I didn't catch anything. Maybe next time I'll bring my own fishing buddies.

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Previously:


Trophy sunsets

Helping a friend find the way

A home abloom with family and sunflowers

Healing is our highest calling

Needing help can really make you feel so, well . . . helpless

The bedspread from hell

A phone call to treasure

It was close to the best gift my father had ever received

It was the right time --- not a moment too late or too soon

25 tips for staying married

Some people water your soul --- a storm worth waiting for

Driving country roads helps restore hope

Confessions of a bad-weather magnet

The new star of my husband's harem

Shared family moments are precious, irreplaceable

What I'll remember from serving on the jury in a murder case

When someone walks into your life and never lets you go

Look for beauty

We can't always 'be there' when we're needed

Picture-perfect memories

To love someone is to want to hear all their stories

With age should come at least some wisdom

A story for my grandson

Regretting she didn't help out a woman in need

Post-holiday-visit blues

For 2012, tuck some hope into your wallet

The measure of a time well spent is not where you went or what you did. It's the way you smile remembering it

Treating people we love like the Jello salad at Thanksgiving dinner

We all need something or someone to pull for

Hold on to treasured words, don't trust memory

A storybook princess

Love reaches forward, never back

How to Watch a Sunset

Waiting often comes with gifts

An exceptional book club

There is no guilt in moving forward

Celebrations full of love and buttercream

It takes a whole village of shoes to raise a child

The best stories always tell us who we are

Stop, look back . . . and listen

The great outdoors, if one's lucky, a rock-solid companion

An iChat with my grandson

Lightening bugs and other things make us glow

Each and every Fourth of July a cause for celebration



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