Found amongst a bunch of old postcards:
A fisherman and his granddaughter.
Tell me a story about it, I will randomly pick one of the stories and send it to you.
This needs a Story
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17 responses to “This needs a Story”
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Ah my young one ….away I have been fishing for food for our family ~ hard work it is but Im rewarded by the smile on your face after not seeing you for some time. And happy to see all the smiles from the fish I sold and the food on our table
blessings ….. xo Grandpere’
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This picture reminds me of the children’s book ‘Stina’ by Lena Anderson.
“On a visit to her grandfather’s house by the sea, Stina goes outside to see a storm but is frightened by it until Grandfather finds her and shows her the best way to watch a storm is together.” -
He is headed to the sea tomorrow and the weather looks grim. His beloved granddaughter Nettie has come by for dinner with her Mama Roberta, and just as he adored his daughter, he worships this wisp of sunshine and grieves for the days he fears are shortening too quickly for him.
But the sea awaits and he must go, for his men and family count on him to be brave and to provide.
He has lost his mate years before and he still feels the guilty sting for having been gone all those days at sea and gone he was when she passed.
But Nettie…. she is here and she is good and he silently whispers a prayer “to bring him home to her, bring me home. -
“I have a secret to tell you, granddaughter: We’re actually Portuguese.”
N.B. It was 20 years ago this summer (July 1996) that I discovered my family’s hidden Portuguese ancestry. -
It is Grandpa Oyvind and his favorite grand daughter Ina. Ina is visiting and asked that Grandpa Oyvind wear his fishing attire when they went to the park and sailed Ina’s pond boat. It is a sailboat handmade by her Grandpa and her most treasured possession . She always feels very loved and protected when she is with him. When Ina grows up, whenever she smells the sea, she thinks of her Grandpa and gets a little teary.
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The little girl, Antoinette, loves visiting her grandparents because they dote on her. It is summer holiday and she is staying with them for the whole summer! Her 5 brothers are at home on the farm and she is glad to be away from them for awhile because they like to tease her. They like bugs, snakes and tools.
Her grandfather smiles down at her because she is so precious! She is the first girl born into the family in 2 generations and the last baby of his only son! -
Papi made a sailboat for me. I had to promise not to put it in water by myself or he wouldn’t give it to me. He looked so serious when he said it. Usually he is happy. He has a funny laugh. It sounds the way his beard tickles when he kisses my cheeks. His laugh tickles, too. Mamie says he stinks of fish, but I think he smells like the wind. He said that if I’m good while he’s gone, he’ll make a surprise for me.
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No story but he’s wearing Yann’s missing coat and hat!
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An ocean away sat the old sailor, the seas had been rough and the catch was small.
As he lay down that evening he was saddened in his thoughts of the young grandchild waiting for his return, already a month late.
He pulled over his sack to get his pipe and tobacco, his usual nightly habit. As he put his
hand deep into the bag he felt the small corners of the photos and pulled it out. Looking
at it in the dim light he could barely see the photo but as he drew near the oil lamp which hung nearby he could see the familiar smile and loving face of the child. His face was sad no more, his spirits were lifted and his heart was joyous with thoughts of this loving child.
She had put the photo deep into his bag for just the occasion of being discovered and bringing a few moments of remembrance to the old sailor so far away.
However long the trip might take was not in his thinking now, the old sailor would be going home and he could manage with his thoughts gathered upon the young child.
And so he returned and the photo returned with him. It was he reason to continue, and every journey the photo went with him giving his spirit the joy it needed to return home safely to the child. -
This photo is all I have to remember my grandfather. Actually, though, I guess that’s not true. I have “The Wreck of the Hesperus.” He taught me that Longfellow poem about the time this photo was taken. I used to imagine I was the little girl tied safely to the mast and the father in the poem was really my grandpa, even though he dies in the poem. Grandpa loved me and he loved that poem because it reminded him of the sea and of me. When I see this picture, I can still hear him reciting Longfellow and it reminds me of the love between grandfathers and little girls.
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ooh Karen!!! So nice!
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In my Grampa’s strong arms I grew up fearless and curious of all that was around me. He was a quiet man but always ready to answer a question or name a plant or animal. We were inseparable when he was ashore, and when he was away my world was dimmer somehow, and smaller. I hold his memory close in my heart, and think of him often, especially when we are on the coast. It smells of him in the evenings as we watch the sun set over the water…
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*snort*
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My paternal grandpa died when I was four. Family stories all describe a person very much like you described. Funny how you can miss a relative you barely knew and what you know about them is from family recollections.
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Happy for you!! xoxo
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Oh grandad…when I grow up I want to be just like you
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what a wonderful find!
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