Grandfather Ivan was a fisherman. Back in the 1930s he hunted muskies near Presque Isle and trout and bass off Michigan’s Keweenaw Peninsula.
He often took his two daughters, my mother June and my Aunt Elsie. Black-and-white photos in the family albums reveal two cute young girls holding stringers of panfish – as long as they were tall and as wide as their collective grins. My mother recalls those days with fondness – 80 years ago, but like it was yesterday.
My father learned to fish to feed his family during the Depression.