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What popular musical, which was later made into a movie, closed on Broadway in September 1951 after 740 performances?
My dad loved to go fishing. He took week-long angling trips to the backwoods of Canada with his buddies. He was a founding officer with the local fish and game club. He owned two fishing boats and a canoe. And he had a collection of rods and reels that would rival the sporting goods department at Walmart.
Because my dad loved to fish, I learned to fish at an early age. He started me off with a cane pole and a bobber so I could catch tiny bluegill. Eventually I graduated to a traditional rod and reel so I could haul in catfish and bass. He even taught me how to fly-fish, though I never quite got the hang of it. My favorite fish to catch were carp from the river behind our house, despite their ugly appearance. Boy, could they put up a fight! My fishing experience was not something I talked about a lot, so when my high school boyfriend took me out onto Lake Erie with his family to fish for perch and walleye, I surprised them all by reeling in some big ones.
When grandchildren came around, my dad delighted in teaching them the finer points of fishing as well. There was nothing more fun to the little ones than piling into Grandpa's pickup truck and heading out to the game-club pond to spend a few hours floating in the boat and soaking up Grandpa's words of wisdom. They always returned suntanned and smiling, whether or not they caught any fish.
My dad passed away 10 years ago this coming February. In late September/early October every year since then, right around his birthday, our family gathers at the newest pond at the game club, the one they christened Lake Charlie in his honor. We bring boats, bait and fishing tackle, dine on picnic fare and spend time reminiscing about our dad and grandpa. Mother Nature always cooperates by giving us a glorious fall day to enjoy. We make sure the youngest grandkids are up to speed with their fishing skills, so Dad won't be disappointed. And we always end the day with a family picture around the Lake Charlie sign.
It's the perfect way to spend his birthday. Here's hoping I catch a big one that will put a nostalgic smile on both of our faces!'Til next time,
Mary Beth Weisenburger,
Good Old Days® magazine
PS. Did someone take you fishing when you were young? What was it like? Send a brief response to me at Editor@GoodOldDaysMagazine.com and it could appear in a future newsletter or in Good Old Days magazine! Here are several email responses from the Aug. 6, 2014, newsletter question: What sound from your past is a favorite one to recall? Keep your replies coming!
Peggy L. told us: "One of the sounds from my past that I vividly recall would happen early every summer morning. It was the whirling sound of our next-door neighbor's push mower. He would cut his grass very early because he said it was best to mow while the grass was still heavy with dew. I can still remember the sound of the mower outside our bedroom window every weekday morning. I do recall that he had the best-looking lawn in the neighborhood."
Sharon K. emailed: "I remember back in the 1960s, when we played outside all day in the summer, my best friend's mom had a small school-style bell on the wall outside of their garage. Her mom would ring that bell to call my friend home for dinner. The rest of us knew we had better go home too. Now I miss that bell and all the fun we used to have outdoors. Too bad today's children are missing out on a wonderful experience."
Mary Beth Weisenburger has been with Annie's since April 2011. She has 25 years of experience in the marketing, advertising and publishing fields. In addition to her job as editor of Good Old Days, she has been writing a family humor column for over a decade. She and her husband, two college-age kids, two dogs and various other critters live on five acres in the country, where she enjoys reading on the back porch, refinishing furniture, feeding the birds and digging in the dirt of her perennial gardens.
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Gentlemen Prefer Blondes opened on Broadway at the Ziegfeld Theatre on Dec. 8, 1949. It starred Carol Channing as Lorelei Lee, Yvonne Adair as Dorothy Shaw and Rex Evans as Sir Francis Beekman. Marilyn Monroe, Jane Russell and Charles Coburn starred in the film adaption in 1953.
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