Tipper sitting with Pap; Steve on the couch
I’m the only girl Pap and Granny had. I’m sandwiched between the two best brothers in the entire world.
Pap took the boys fishing fairly often and I usually played a part in the day too…but not in the way you might think.
I’d beg and plead to go fishing with the boys. I’d promise to be patient and not want to come home because I got bored or tired of fighting the bugs and briars.
Most of the time Pap gave in to my pleading even though he knew well and good my promises were false and as soon as I tired of playing around the river I’d be asking if it was time to go home every other minute.
Even though I was a pain in their backside I have good memories of those times fishing with Pap and my brothers.
Pap loved to tell about the time Paul caught a big carp and I got so excited I picked Paul up pole and all and started running up the bank to the woods to make sure he got the fish pulled in. I can still see the way Pap’s eyes would twinkle when he told that story.
Most of the time Pap fished either just below or just above where Brasstown Creek flows into the Hiwassee River. If we were on the river side Pap made sure to listen close in case they let water off to generate power at an unusual time.
One trip that especially stands out in my mind was farther down the river than Pap usually fished, much closer to Murphy than Brasstown. Now that I look back through the years I realize we were near the place Pap was born when his parents sharecropped on the Harshaw Farm.
As usual after we’d been there a while I started whining to go home. Pap enticed me to stay a little longer and go with him farther down the river. He found a large sandbar to perch on. There was a pool of water between the bar and the bank. Since the secluded area was away from the moving waters and wasn’t very deep it made the perfect place for me to play. Pap let me get in clothes and all. I was fascinated by the shiny sand and the millions of round smooth rocks and when it came time to go home that day—I didn’t even want to go.
I’ll always look back fondly on the days Pap let me come too. I’ll always remember how safe I felt riding on his back as he stomped down the briars and weeds to make me a place to play beside the river.