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A boy and his dog.....and the old fishing hole. I'm not sure what C*ke has to do with it, but it was their ad...lol. I love the small details that Rockwell was famous for: in this one, the dragonfly, the old bait can and the boy's dirty feet. They add to the painting immeasurably.
My son loved to fish when he was a boy, and since mr. kenju never went fishing in his life, my dad used to take my son whenever he would visit. My grandson is positively crazy for fishing. He is the one who caught the baby sand shark last summer. His father used to take him fishing all the time, but now that his dad is out of his life (by choice), his aunt takes him when possible.
About the time I turned six or seven, my aunt took me fishing near her home on Lake Pymatuning in Ohio/Pennsylvania. It was beginner's luck for me; I caught five or six fish that day and you might imagine how thrilled I was with myself. The day was wonderful, sunny and breezy without being too hot on the water. We were out in a row boat, just drifting with the wind, and I remember thinking I could have stayed there forever.
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Judy,
That brings back memories of my boyhood. I'd go fishin' with my dog. He got SO excited about going down to the water that he would jump and cavort and race around. Once we arrived, he just jumped in and swam, then got out and shook all over me. Of course the fish all fled to the far side of the small lake. But of course, the catchin' wasn't nearly as important as the fishin'!
John
I am definately not a fisherman. the other night my SIL and the p were here. My husband was stretched out in the relining chair of the sfa. THe Cp was sitting on his ankles, and the end of the footres watching TV>. My SIl said that it reminded him of a Norman Rockwell painting.
Hi Judy: You may remember that I posted a blog about my visit to the Norman Rockwell museum. It was a thrill to see his original paintings up so close.
I love the N.R. series. I have a large calender packed away here somewhere that I saved for years, thinking I'd one day frame the pictures in it. It's fun to find his image in the paintings too.
I like so much Norman Rockwell!
About fishing, my son love to fish. But here, in Jurumirim's Dam, there are very little fishes.
Lovely memories, Judy. I'm glad your grandson has someone to take him now.
My dad wasn't a fisherman. David likes to fish, but he doesn't get a chance much now.
i never really enjoyed fishing. all of my kids do even my daughter who hates to get her hands dirty. the last time i went fishing i managed to get the hook caught in my ex-husbands hair.....oops...too bad it wasn't his tongue....might have shut him up for a while.
I've never been fishing but I should learn because I love to eat it! I had forgotten that Norman Rockwell sold Coke. Not your typical artist thing to do.
Lake Pymatuning -- a welcomed place to visit as my Mom was growing up in the early 1900's in northeastern Ohio.
As for fishing, I did quite a bit of fresh water fishing in my youth and enjoyed it -- from the bank with a cane pole, casting rod -- rarely from a boat. We ate what we caught -- no sport fishing just for the sake of sport -- same attitude about hunting.
You're sooo right, Judy. Being out on the lake on a real warm (but not overly hot) summer's day is one of the best ways to just vegetate or meditate. Can't be beat.
Hey, you know what I love most about this Rockwell? The fact that it screams to me, "A real fisherman will fish from anywhere - even a crooked tree stump!"
Love it!
What's wrong with Mr. K, has never fished? he needs to get with the program. :)
My cousins had camps on Madawaska lake in Maine and we spent many days there swimming and fishing. My uncle had a boat and he'd take us out in a secluded cove to fish. We'd see moose and bears but never caught many fish there.
I really miss those days.
Another wonderful drawing...And as you say, the details...Always 'the details' which makes all of his work so very special....!
I understand fishing, in a way...But somewhere I guess I really don't, unless you are very very hungry. Well, that's a whole other discussion....
Not to pry Judy, but I was distessed to read that your son is not in HIS son's life at present, by choice. Who's choice? Your sons or your grandsons? I truly dn't mean to pry...it just was such a stab, when I read that.
Judy - Too cool. My grandfather was a big fisherman as is my oldest son. Too bad that they never had a chance to fish together, I am sure they both would have liked it. I myself like to fish with my son, but truly I am not a very good fish waiter! My son on the other hand can just wait and wait for them to bite. ~ jb///
My dad liked to take my brother and me fishing when we were little. I always felt sorry for the fish (already a budding vegetarian! LOL).
As for the Coke, well, a boy could get awful thirsty out there in the sun, huh? ;-)
Fishing from a boat on a lovely day without a care in the world - sounds wonderful! No wonder you wanted to stay there!
I love to fish, and don't care if I catch! Just the act of doing something while really doing nothing is some of the best kinds of relaxation around.
I went fishing a number of times with my grandfather. It didn't do much for me so I stopped after he died. I don't think I've been fishing since I was around 12.
As for the hot tub, we could always share one. I'll go price them this weekend. :-)
I cannot think of anything more boring than sitting and waiting for some poor animal to get caught up on my hook because he was hungry. Apparently I'm not a fishing fan! :)
However, sitting by a peaceful water on a beautiful day, reading a book and enjoying nature... that I could do.
Hi. Michele sent me today. Have a wonderful weekend.
What great memories. I've never fished myself, but it sounds like a great way to spend the afternoon-as long as the fish are thrown back!
wow, I love rockwell and fishin. what a wonderful post to come in on.
michele sent me
Michele sent me back to adnire that picture again. You are quite right, it is his attention to detail that makes the picture what it is.
This reminds me of something. This is true, I promise. My little cousin used to have a lisp sound on his f's, not his s's.
He talked about "going thishing onThriday."
When he got mad, he'd yell out the word, "THUCK!!"
No kidding.
That Rockwell pic makes me thirsty for a Coke.
I just love Norman Rockwell!
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