Dad was sent to Vietnam, so while he was gone we moved to Wortham Texas to be near family during his absence in a war zone. It was a trying time for all of us, but most especially for Mom. She not only had the gnawing 24hours a day fear that Dad would be killed, but she was also raising three children. I was the youngest at 13 years old. My oldest brother was in the Air Force so there were just three of us at home.
My Mom's Mother lived on a small ranch about 15 miles outside of town, the main reason we were there instead of somewhere else. My Grandmother loved to fish. My Mom liked to fish occasionally but didn't have the same love for it. My Grandmother decided that my Mom needed to be kept busy to get her mind off Dad being in Vietnam. My Grandmother was also going through some kind of crisis in her life, I don't know what it was, but Mom decided that my Grandmother needed to be kept busy to keep her mind off of whatever it was.
There weren't a lot of options for keeping busy out there and back then, so fishing became the diversion that both of them were seeking for the other. And that meant that I got to go fishing every weekend, every holiday, and even after school on occasions. For a year. With one outstanding fisherwoman, and one pretty good one. These were day-long affairs and included Grandma fixing up picnic lunches, and that woman could cook. I was in heaven because I was fishing and eating great food.
When Dad came home from the war there was of course a celebration. During the festivities my Grandmother told my Mom that she sure was glad that Dad was home because she was tired of fishing and had only been doing it so much to keep Mom busy. Mom was shocked, then started laughing so hard she about peed her britches as she explained that she was thoroughly tired of fishing and had only been doing it to keep Grandmom busy. Then Grandma started laughing so hard that she did pee her britches.
For a full year they had each gritted their teeth and pretended to want to go fishing with the other. It was hilarious to everyone, including me. I'd had one of the best fishing years of my life, and it had helped to keep my mind off Dad being in the war. Actually I take that back, it was the best fishing year of my life, and Dad did come home safe and sound.
How much more could you ask for?