In our family baseball, flyfishing, and the piano were not just activities we enjoyed frequently; they were life itself. Our lives were lived in them, through them and the trail they wove held our love, understanding of one another and our sense of trust in an unbreakable bond. Years later as time moved on and was in some ways unkind and our bond was tested, no storm of life, no trial, no error could ever weaken or cause us to turn away from one another. No matter the miles between us a phone call or a handwritten letter would bring us back to those yesterdays on the rivers and lakes, at the ballpark or sitting at the piano singing an old hymn or trying our best to sound like Frank Sinatra and Nat King Cole.
This is our family story and hopefully it will entertain and amuse you as you read but also, I hope that it will bring you to a state of reminisce and back to a bygone time that has slipped away into the abyss that is our modern culture.
We all dream. We all hold to a memory that is fleeting in real time but slows to a crawl in our hearts and minds, clinging with weakened fingers that grasp in a vain hope that those memories can be rebuilt and lived once more as in our youth.
All is passing, nothing remains forever but what is in our hearts