Diary of Linnea Gord in Malax, Finland - THURSDAY, JULY 10th, 1930
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| Elsie Brann and Linnea Gord - 1930 |
Today Elsie and I drove to Majore on the
bikes. It was too cold to go swimming,
so we decided to fish. We found the
fishing poles, and a spoon and a little pail.
We started spooning up the dry earth to find some worms, but nary a one
did we find. Finally, one of Elsie's
relatives came to our rescue, got a shovel, and took us up to the house where
the ground was wet, and nice, big, fat juicy worms were found. We embarked in a crazy little boat and after
we had rowed out for a while we decided to anchor. By the way, it was blowing quite a bit that
day. The anchor was a large rock tied
with a piece of rope. We started putting
out the anchor and ker-plunk, the dar ned old rock slipped off the rope and we
didn't see it no more. It was blowing
quite a bit that day and we had a hard time rowing back for another rock. But we were full of ambition, so we did
it. Everything went all right the second
time, except that it was blowing quite a bit and the boat kept drifting. My!
how excited we were when we caught a fish about three inches long. That's all we got in an hour and a half. We had been drifting quite a bit because it
was blowing, so we decided to move. I
started pulling up the anchor. It was
quite heavy for a while and then all of a sudden it got very light. The rope came up--that is, half of the rope
did--and we were again minus and anchor.
By that time we were tired of fishing, so we battled the wind back to
shore again. Elsie's relative treated us
to some awfully salt coffee and then we went home. Upon arriving home, we had a picture taken of
us and the fish, and everybody had a good time laughing at our wonderful
catch. Gustaf had promised to eat any
fish that we got--raw!--so we tried to stuff it down his neck. But nothing doing.
We went swimming about 7:3- in the river and
the water was fine. Come on in!
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