Saturday evening our 2 grandsons stayed with us. My daughter and son-in-law were going out for the evening and it was going to be late, so the boys were going to spend the night. We had a whole evening planned. We were going to go to church first, come back home eat pizza and then watch movies. We had borrowed the DVD Barnyard, plus we had a large assortment of movies of our own and I had their favorite snacks on hand. We were set for the evening.
We went to church as planned, since it would be later that my daughter and son-in-law were planning to leave our daughter went to church with us and then came back to the house to have pizza with us. As we were eating the pizza the conversation turned to fishing; the warm weather that we had this week bought on an onset of “fishing fever”. My husband as always been an enthusiastic fisherman and he has passed his love of fishing on to both our children and our grandchildren. Last year our oldest grandson who was then 5 caught his first big bass. He caught it the week before Easter and it weighed in at 4lb. He hooked and reeled the bass in all by himself. This was the first fish story of the evening. The attention then switched over to our daughter, our grandson’s mother, who as a little girl was trying to help her dad bring in a 4 lb bass with the dip net. However this story’s ending was the typical fisherman’s story of how the big ones always get away. Anyway I don’t think our daughter enjoyed that story as much as our 6 year old grandson did, but she still laughed with the rest of us.
As we were setting there telling stories, the 6 year old grandson didn’t want it to end, he kept asking for more. We all were laughing and just enjoying spending time together. I also realized how important these stories were and how I need to take the time and write these stories down. I’m sure there are many stories I have already forgotten about our children growing up. Last night, myself as well as my husband and daughter were there to tell the stories. 50 years from now we probably won’t be. We have pictures of our grandson’s first big catch. You can see from his picture that if he was any prouder he would be busting the buttons off his shirt. 50 years from now, along with that picture, I want my grandson’s kids and grandkids to know how proud he was when he caught that first big bass, how he fought to reel it in, where he was at, and who was with him.
It is important to preserve these family memories
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That is the sweetest story! You should get a diary or something specifically for that! We sent out a notebook through relatives for 3 months for my grandparents 50h wedding anniversary, and it came back with the BEST stories. They display it on their mantel for when we visit. =)
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