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Topic: Fishing (06/07/04)

By Billie Porter


Fishing now there is something I have not did in years. My dad used to take us fishing every summer. We would take a weeklong fishing trip to his “old stomping grounds”, as he called them. It was a tiny holler in the hills of West Virginia with dirt roads and some of the most beautiful scenery the Appalachian Mountains has to offer. Along the dirt road that guided visitors into the holler was a small creek lined on each side with large pine trees at the end of the creek was a large waterhole. This sea blue waterhole is where my dad spent many lazy summer days fishing as a boy. The “ Old Waterhole”, as it was called for the old pine trees that lined its banks. The “Old Waterhole” also was a substitute local swimming hole as well. Within minutes of arriving me my seven brothers and sisters alone with several friends that we talked mom and dad into bring along would headed for the “waterhole” to swim. Right behind us would be dad-saying kids lets fish first and swim later. Sometimes dad won and we would fish but the temptation of that water sometimes was just more than any kids could bear.

Looking back I cannot remember a summer that we did not take a camping trip to the “Old Waterhole”. I can see the large trees that gave way to the peaceful meadow where we would pitch our tents and the smell of the campfire as it sizzled with the catch of the day. At night we all gathered around the campfire to hear stories about the place my dad once call home. Even though we had heard some of the stories over and over they were still exciting to hear again. Dad also would give us a day hike to his old home site and to a little one-room building that was his school. The tiny school was also the town hall and local church.

Sometimes fishing comes in many different forms. For me it was not just the fishing for food at the "Old Waterhole" that feed me. It was the stories that my dad told so many years ago about life growing up poor in the hills of West Virginia where some days his only meal was what he fished for that day. With those stories my dad was fishing and we were the fish. He gave us something that money could not buy, His time. His stories about his faith in God and his love of others helped mold me into the person I am today. See God is fishing and we are his fish he feeds on us and us on him. His love and the stories he blessed us with in the bible help make us fishers for him.

I have never had the chance to take my girls to that “Old Waterhole” but I have shared many of stories about it with them. Just as I share my stories about how God has give his blessings in my life and the lives of my family. What an awesome God we have. I am truly blessed from his fishing.

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Corinne Smelker 06/14/04
Some good thoughts here, and I could picture that waterhole clearly - good descriptions.

There are several grammatical and spelling errors and times when it seems your fingers flew ahead of your brain (a common malaise among us writers, I'm afraid!)

I would suggest that in order to polish your good pieces that you ask someone to proof-read your material first. You have talent, and I would hate to see you miss an opportunity to place in the challenge because of a few pesky writing errors.
Billie Porter06/14/04
Thank you, I agree I need to get someone to read it over for me. I get so into the writing that I sometimes don't see it. I have writen things and go back days later and say now how did I do that. Where with this you write in a week and put it out. I think this will help me in many forms of my writing. Thank you again God Bless. It is Good to have the encouragement.
Marie B. Corso06/14/04

That is a priceless line. Never read anything that good!
Do try to write on a Word program, even if you have to go to the library to do it. It will help correct errors. You have a wonderful way of telling stories that needs to continue.
Marie B. Corso06/14/04
With those stories my dad was fishing and we were the fish.

That is the line I was referring to but somehow it got lost!
Dian Moore06/15/04
Hi Billie: I was touched by your story last week, and again, I like your entry this week. But, like the others said before me, it needs polish. There are many of us here that are happy to proofread before you hit that deadly submit button - I can be reached at edmoore@stratuswave.net.
I think you are well on your way to becoming an outstanding writer who will blow us all away once you get that editing part down.
Lynne Gaunt06/17/04
Billie, this is a wonderful memory to share and you painted a vivid picture. I also think that the way you applied your memories to the end of your article was great. I do think that you should have somebody proof read your entry before you post. Or you might just try reading your article outloud one sentence at a time. There are some punctuation and sentence structure errors that need to be flushed out. Keep working on it - its a great story.
Billie Porter06/17/04
I welcome the help on my writing. However, it hurts to read some of the remarks. I guess I need to get a little more tuff skin to write. Maybe this is not for me. God Bless
L.M. Lee06/19/04
how good it is to share the stories with our kids. there are things I did as a child, that i wish i had been able to share with my kids...but i can only share the stories. maybe one day your kids can see the watering hole.
Phyllis Inniss06/19/04
You painted such a beautiful picture about your life as a child and the way your father told the stories that made such a lasting impression on you and now you are fishing for Christ. Very vivid.