(Our
carved fish that we picked out in remembrance)
*wide
mouth bass*.. carved by Dad..
And
Jesus, walking by the sea of Galilee saw two brethren, Simon
called
Peter, and Andrew his brother casting a net into sea:
for
they were fishers. And he saith unto them, Follow me and
I
will make you fishers of men...St. Matthew 4: 18-19
********************
***ANDREW
THE FISHERMAN***
Dad
caught bass, walleye, muskie and trout,
With
his fishing rods from worm bait on hooks
In
God's rippling rivers, lakes and brooks
And
from wood.. he'd carved them out.
On
the Great Lakes he steered the ship,
O'er
the blue waters he guided the wheel
Sometimes
he'd see the fish jump and skip
And
wish he could catch them for a meal..
During
his earlier years on the Great lakes
He
used no carving tools or he'd be docked,
But
he kept a small jack knife in his pocket
And
he saved wood scraps from a box crate
He
sought to whittle a set of flying quails
From
a pretty picture in a magazine page
This
thought and plan entered Dad's mind,
When
he was off duty and had spare time.
With
a small jack knife and piece of wood crate
The
project of the quails took on a good shape,
The
groove of each wing was etched to define.
Then
painted and varnished to enrich the design.
When
we helped to care for Dad after his stroke
He
gave us choice of carving to take before he died,
I
said, "the quail would so proudly hang on our wall;
It
will be cherished for it was the best work of all."
Big
tears flooded his blue eyes and he cried.
Andrew,
was our father's name
Like
the fisherman from Galilee
Who
left his net behind into the sea
When
Jesus said, come.. follow me!
©
By Andrea Jeanne petersen
Written
June 13, 2004
A
Father's Day remembrance
Dad
died December 21, 2003..
He
was 95 years old.
