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Grandpa's Fishing Hole LbNA #43330 (ARCHIVED)

Owner:Adoptable
Plant date:Aug 3, 2008
Location:
City:Ware
County:Hampshire
State:Massachusetts
Boxes:1
Planted by:lilbitsnk
Found by: Not At Home
Last found:Jun 15, 2010
Status:FFFFFaaaaa
Last edited:Oct 1, 2015
This letterbox is to commemorate the release of my first picture book, NATURE’S LULLABY. You can purchase it on line at: http://www.windstormcreative.com/littleblue/26536.htm . Enjoy!
I grew up in Ware and the idea for my book stems from quiet memories spent with my Grandmother on her front porch and later, my own mother doing the same with my son. Ware was a great place to grow up. There is something to be said about small-town living. We used to ride our bikes all over. To the town pool (Reed Memorial Pool) for swimming lessons, to the fruit store (Balicki’s Fruit Store) for candy and to the park (Grenville Park) on Church Street for all kinds of fun and mischief. I spent many summer days exploring that park and even some time fishing. . .
Take the main entrance to Grenville Park, across from the old Junior High School, which used to be the old Ware High School, but is now apartments of some sort. Take your first right past the main parking lot and beyond the bandstand. This road runs along the back yards of many fine old Church Street homes. At the top of the hill look for a yellow house. If you’ve reach the Congregational Church Cemetery you’ve gone too far. On the left you should find a path leading down the hill toward the water. This is where Grandpa’s Fishing Hole is. Now, I invite you to join Lil’ Bits on her first fishing excursion.
Lil’ Bits slips and slides down the hill behind Grandpa who manages to juggle his fishing pole and tackle box without losing a step. At the bottom he leads her to an old red gate house that sits over the water. Along the right corner of the gatehouse, Grandpa settles onto the cement foundation and tosses out his line.
“This is my secret spot,” he says with a wink.
Lil’ Bits plops down beside him and watches the shiny red and white bobber. In the distance she can hear kids playing somewhere. A silver-blue dragonfly flits along the top of the water and pauses to inspect the bobber. Uninterested, it glides along a breeze and lands on Lil’ Bit’s knee.
“Looks like you’ve got a friend,” Grandpa says.
Lil’ Bits giggles. She shakes her leg and the dragonfly lifts off, dipping playfully around her head before zipping away down the path. Lil’ Bits jumps to her feet and scurries after it. Instead of taking the path back up the hill, she turns to her right where it meanders along the river. She spies the colorful dragonfly darting back and forth among the lily pads. She sits on some lichen-covered ledge embedded in the hillside to watch him. Across the path, she notices a tree with someone’s initials carved in it.
Just then, a huge green bullfrog springs from the water, nearly snagging the surprised dragonfly for lunch. The frightened insect soars out of the frog’s reach and flies haphazardly along the water’s edge. Lil’ Bits leaves the path to follow and sees him settle his long blue body in the high crease of a four-trunked tree. This is where he is still hiding from that hungry bullfrog. Can you find him? Lil’ Bits did!