Little fishes in a brook,Daddy caught them with a hook.
Mama fried them in a pan,
Then I ate them like a man.
Happy memories of a Mom who had a little saying, song, or poem for every occasion and a Dad who loved to fish. And loved to eat fish.
Uncle Tolly ( Daddy's brother) came to bring grape vines to share and to fish ....
....................... and stayed for an impromptu fish fry. And he ate them like a man. One that I remember well.
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