I am a small town girl, where everyone knows everyone. I am the daughter of a fishermen. A man who worked hard, dangerous work, in the worst weather going to provide for his family. Many of the men in my home town made their money on the water, day after day.
My father would take our video camera fishing with him. You would see waves crashing over the sides of the boat, men soaking wet and he wind blowing. Sure we’d also get to see some of their catch, if there was one, maybe a dolphin, shark or some other sea animal. I also remember from one video seeing a hook through my fathers hand. He was still filming while he showed us through the camera. There was no doctor to take it out, just a buddy fishing with him and a pair of pliers. [Read more…] about Thinking of Home and of Fishermen
