family fishing

My father moved to a smaller house recently which meant that a few feet
of fishing bookshelf, some ancient tackle and a few photos that did not
make it into his albums have come my way.
I have a lot to thank fishing for, one of the photos was of my
great-grandfather (Benjamin Ellis) fishing with my grandmothers guardian
(Uncle Tom). That is how my grandparents met.
Reflecting that my father did not fish much after he was 75, and that
that age does is now beginning to look closer that it once was, it is
clear to some serious time management is in order. So my new year
resolutions will include fishing more widely and often, reading the
books and organising the photos. And perhaps following more threads in
ROFF and even contributing more frequently than once a year. Click here
to see three of the photos:
http://www.mrtlfrm.demon.co.uk/family/bef1940/190x.htm

As it is 11 Nov and a picture of my great uncle Philip was first out of
the box I will tell you a little about him. He left Wales for Canada in
the early the 1900s taking with him a bamboo rod made up in four pieces
so it would fit in a suit case. There are other photos of him in Canada
in the albums I don't have showing him with unbelievably large fish. He
came back to Europe in the Canadian army in 1914, was wounded about once
a year, getting back to war from the last wound after marrying the nurse
who cared for him just in time to be killed a month before the end of
the war. My great Aunt Enid lived long enough to meet my first son who
was born in 1972.
Uncle Philip's rod has helped three generations of his nephews start fly
fishing and as it has also spent the last few years in rather damp
conditions garage it is now in pretty poor shape. Which is a shame as it
is a Palokona.
--
Ellis Morgan

Wow, never seen a fishing apron before. But other than that, I really like
Uncle Tom's outfit.
Nice pics....

john

"Ellis Morgan" wrote in message
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My father moved to a smaller house recently which meant that a few feet
of fishing bookshelf, some ancient tackle and a few photos that did not
make it into his albums have come my way.
I have a lot to thank fishing for, one of the photos was of my
great-grandfather (Benjamin Ellis) fishing with my grandmothers guardian
(Uncle Tom). That is how my grandparents met.
Reflecting that my father did not fish much after he was 75, and that
that age does is now beginning to look closer that it once was, it is
clear to some serious time management is in order. So my new year
resolutions will include fishing more widely and often, reading the
books and organising the photos. And perhaps following more threads in
ROFF and even contributing more frequently than once a year. Click here
to see three of the photos:
http://www.mrtlfrm.demon.co.uk/family/bef1940/190x.htm

As it is 11 Nov and a picture of my great uncle Philip was first out of
the box I will tell you a little about him. He left Wales for Canada in
the early the 1900s taking with him a bamboo rod made up in four pieces
so it would fit in a suit case. There are other photos of him in Canada
in the albums I don't have showing him with unbelievably large fish. He
came back to Europe in the Canadian army in 1914, was wounded about once
a year, getting back to war from the last wound after marrying the nurse
who cared for him just in time to be killed a month before the end of
the war. My great Aunt Enid lived long enough to meet my first son who
was born in 1972.
Uncle Philip's rod has helped three generations of his nephews start fly
fishing and as it has also spent the last few years in rather damp
conditions garage it is now in pretty poor shape. Which is a shame as it
is a Palokona.
--
Ellis Morgan

Great stuff Ellis. I hope you will post more often. Those pictures are
priceless.

bruce h

Great stuff Ellis. I hope you will post more often. Those pictures are
priceless.

bruce h

Ellis Morgan wrote:

My father moved to a smaller house recently which meant that a few feet
of fishing bookshelf, some ancient tackle and a few photos that did not
make it into his albums have come my way.
I have a lot to thank fishing for, one of the photos was of my
great-grandfather (Benjamin Ellis) fishing with my grandmothers guardian
(Uncle Tom). That is how my grandparents met.
Reflecting that my father did not fish much after he was 75, and that
that age does is now beginning to look closer that it once was, it is
clear to some serious time management is in order. So my new year
resolutions will include fishing more widely and often, reading the
books and organising the photos. And perhaps following more threads in
ROFF and even contributing more frequently than once a year. Click here
to see three of the photos:
http://www.mrtlfrm.demon.co.uk/family/bef1940/190x.htm

VERY cool pictures!

Willi

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Ellis Morgan wrote:

My father moved to a smaller house recently which meant that a few feet
of fishing bookshelf, some ancient tackle and a few photos that did not
make it into his albums have come my way.
I have a lot to thank fishing for, one of the photos was of my
great-grandfather (Benjamin Ellis) fishing with my grandmothers guardian
(Uncle Tom). That is how my grandparents met.
Reflecting that my father did not fish much after he was 75, and that
that age does is now beginning to look closer that it once was, it is
clear to some serious time management is in order. So my new year
resolutions will include fishing more widely and often, reading the
books and organising the photos. And perhaps following more threads in
ROFF and even contributing more frequently than once a year. Click here
to see three of the photos:
http://www.mrtlfrm.demon.co.uk/family/bef1940/190x.htm

As it is 11 Nov and a picture of my great uncle Philip was first out of
the box I will tell you a little about him. He left Wales for Canada in
the early the 1900s taking with him a bamboo rod made up in four pieces
so it would fit in a suit case. There are other photos of him in Canada
in the albums I don't have showing him with unbelievably large fish. He
came back to Europe in the Canadian army in 1914, was wounded about once
a year, getting back to war from the last wound after marrying the nurse
who cared for him just in time to be killed a month before the end of
the war. My great Aunt Enid lived long enough to meet my first son who
was born in 1972.
Uncle Philip's rod has helped three generations of his nephews start fly
fishing and as it has also spent the last few years in rather damp
conditions garage it is now in pretty poor shape. Which is a shame as it
is a Palokona.

Make a person think a bit.

I have my grandpa to thank got teaching me to fly fish. In the 35 years
since I have fished quite a bit with my flyron, even though I have never
fished for trout (that is coming though) I have a life long passion I
have learned from him.

I still have his Shakespeare Wonderrod that I learned with.

I sure miss him.

Now I am passing the sport to my boys, long live flycasting!

Dave in Minnesota

Ellis Morgan wrote:
My father moved to a smaller house recently which meant that a few feet
of fishing bookshelf, some ancient tackle and a few photos that did not
make it into his albums have come my way.

That is way cool, Ellis.

--
Cut "to the chase" for my email address.

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Ellis Morgan wrote:
My father moved to a smaller house recently which meant that a few feet
of fishing bookshelf, some ancient tackle and a few photos that did not
make it into his albums have come my way.

That is way cool, Ellis.


Indeed
Dave

"rw" wrote in message
hlink.net...
Ellis Morgan wrote:
My father moved to a smaller house recently which meant that a few feet
of fishing bookshelf, some ancient tackle and a few photos that did not
make it into his albums have come my way.

That is way cool, Ellis.


Indeed
Dave