My Grandpa Nick was a fishing champion. I never met him, but my grandma told me stories of their life together. Their life together before he committed suicide and she had to raise my mom and aunt by herself in a new country - America. My grandmother told me stories of how she used to wait tables at Sammy's Restaurant in Hamtramck. She was supposed to wear stockings, but she hated stockings so everyday she would draw a line up the back of her leg with an eyeliner. She worked at the restaurant and relied on neighbours to keep an eye out on her kids. My mom became a parent way too soon. Because she was nine years older than her sister she became responsible for her care.
My Grandfather never adjusted to his new life in America. He was a concert pianist in Latvia. He worked on a farm in Dexter when he was sponsored.
Where this is going... I am obsessed with fishing stories. I can't get enough. Maybe fishing was an escape for my grandfather. I know the books are an escape for me. Life on the high seas. Away from the schedules and protocol of landlubber life. Just me and the fish...
