I remember Joey’s first fish. “Is it a Dolly Pardon?” Then looking over the edge of the boat in Talkeetna, he yelled, “Hurry quick get the Pterodactyls!” He meant Dolly Varden and the needle nose pliers. It seems the boy’s thought when they caught a fish they had to scream and holler and be bossy. Wonder who they learned that from?
And Michael’s first fish. He was shirtless and his jeans were always falling down so as he fished they would get lower and lower because he was so slim. I think he wore a size 5 slim for years. Barely able to see over the edge of the boat, Michael yelled “get the net!” About that time he dropped his fishing pole and was trying to net it himself. Good thing Dad was there to help out!
We always had a wonderful time in Talkeetna in the early 1980s before it got so crowded. All four of us slept in the back of the truck. As the boys got older they got their own first tent. That was an awesome thing to them. Joey never wanted to crawl out in the morning and Michael would stand and yell “Joey, get up!” over and over. Sunshine, birds singing, the camp fire crackling. Good memories!
Talkeetna was the same place we would have problems setting the anchor because the river is so very swift. I threw the anchor over one day, about five times. Of course you had the balance on the front of the boat and if it didn’t grab you pulled it up and threw it again. Well, after five tries, Porter was losing patience. He also was driving the boat, so he decided to throw the anchor out himself. He pulled the boat up to the right spot, grabbed the anchor, stepped up through the walkway, heaved the anchor out and walked off after it!
I am not sure who was more amazed, me or his mother Eva, was on the boat with us. And WHO was going to drive the boat? I’m a crazy boat driver and I know it! Eva didn’t even drive a car and what about Porter, he’s in the river! Well he’s a pretty big strong guy and it’s a good thing because he was able to crawl back in the boat, after getting yelled at, “get your butt back in the boat — NOW!” Can you imagine, he’s the one in the river and all his wife and mother could do was scream at him to get back in the boat, NOW! It’s a wonder he came back at all!
— With smiles and great memories, Susan Jordan
Bonfire picnic and saying goodbye to Michael and Cecile
We have had the pleasure of having pretty 7-year-old great-granddaughter Cecile here to visit for two weeks and her Daddy Michael here for a week. They live in Washington and will be flying back Monday. Cecile learned to ride her bike without training wheels! She is so proud and we are too! She rode her bike with Grandma Sue almost every day. She had fun with Bob playing bump the big ball with their head. They came out to our house and Cecile held Bootzee, our 17-year-old kitty. She played darts with Bob. Sunday after Porter, Bob and Michael played their version of golf, we had a bon fire at Susan and Porter’s. Roasted hot dogs, brats and marshmallows — what could be any better way of enjoying your loved ones!
We love you guys and hurry back!
— Grannie Annie and Grandpa Bob