Ida's Fish Story

Saying for the day: One should keep family worms under one's hat.

This is another of the family stories that need to be passed from one generation to the next.
My Aunt Ida was sixteen years old, apprenticed to the local pharmacist, and lived on the third floor of what would become Linna’s Drug Store. She also loved to fish.
Now if you are reading this looking for a fish story then you should read something else. The fish Ida caught that day were all small and she threw them all back, no records broken .
She had started out early in the morning with her pole and can of worms on the train to the Copper Country. It was a beautiful day and by the time Ida got off near some lake or another she had great expectations .She fished all day and just barely made it back for the train. She was still standing when it moved out and she was thrown down by the movement of the train. It was embarrassing and she hastened to pick up her worms and get them back in the can. With all of this completed she found a seat and tried to enjoy the ride home. After a short time, however, it seemed to her that people were staring at her and some were even laughing at her in that semi-secret kind of laugh that people share with one another about someone else.
Ida was sure it couldn’t be her lack of fish or even her fall, some had gotten on the train after that.
Finally the train stoped in Ishpeming and Ida rushed home. Here she discovered that her hat had caught some of the dirt and the worms when she fell. The worms had been crawling around where people could see them In the ridges of her hat. Every time after that Ida would check her hat to make sure there were no worms or dirt.

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News from Pigeon Falls-The good Bishop ( can you really put good and Bishop together?) showed up at City Hall this morning only to be told that Mayor South was gone to Lansing and wouldn’t be back in the office until next Tuesday. He was not happy. One has to wonder why Mayor South has gone to Lansing or was she just hiding from the Bishop?
The white rabbit was seen again this evening by some guy coming out of the “Fly Inn” . He isn’t the best witness since he was just a little tipsy at the time. But he says the white rabbit was at the end of main street and it winked and waved at him. Gave him such a start he fell off the sidewalk and bruised his knee.
And yet another pigeon was found dead. This one was loaded with buckshot. It was a bit of an overkill. Who can be doing this?
Jon Bergall , a local farmer. Was fishing on log lake (the lake next to the lumber mill) when all the water vanished. He found his boat at the bottom of the lake with fish flopping all around him. The crippled creek river stopped flowing. Then suddenly it started again and the lake filled back up. Jon says it was scary. It was like being in a Stephen King movie without the music. They figure one of the old mines that dot the area must have caved and let the water in. While it filled the mine there was no water for the river or the lake. This is really odd because fifty years ago today the Little Pigeon Mine collapsed in just that manner. There is a monument in memory of the men whose bodies are still in that mine at the edge of Pigeon Falls. Old timers are saying that this is a sign the pigeon killing has to stop.
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I finished another trestle for the outside layout. I need to build just two more and I should be ready for my grandsons to lay track in the new section. Betty spent the day cleaning and getting ready to go to Green Bay for my grandaughter's first communion. I put the church's June website up. Well I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA