Fathers Day Fishing Story

FATHERS DAY FISH STORY 
CLYDE SCHUMANN 
  
    It was Fathers Day. My family had bought me a beautiful set of waders to use with my new 
hobby of fishing. To celebrate the day and to give me a chance to try out my new present we 
climbed in the car and drove to the Deschutes River in Yelm where we were considering buying a 
river lot. The setting was inviting. We were in a wooded area on the banks of the river. We could
hear the birds singing and the continuous running water of the stream.
    I climbed into my new wa ders and grabbed my spinning rod. The water was running high so I 
was nervous about slipping on the rocky bottom. I looked at my family standing on the bank 
watching me. I was on the spot. I couldn't back down now. Ahead of me was the swirling water. 
Once in I felt the current pulling at my legs. The footing was treacherous. I started wondering 
when I was going to have fun fishing. So far the work of keeping my feet and hoping I didn't 
drown was taking all my attention.  
     Somewhere I had read that fish liked to hide behind rocks. In the middle of the river was a  
protruding boulder with the swirling water bubbling around it.  A fish had to be lurking in the  
slack water below the rock. I cast my lure on the boulder and pulled it into the slack water. I felt 
the pull of the line. The rod tip dipped. A fish!! All excited I reeled in line. My feet were  
slipping. With a super effort, I kept from taking a bath. For the next five minutes I fought to 
keep from losing the fish and at the same time keeping my balance. My family on the bank, as 
excited as myself, shouted instructions and encouragement.
     Finally the fish tired. I carefully took the hook out of his mouth and held him up for all to see.
He was a beautiful fourteen inch rainbow trout. This fishing is great. But what's this? My wife, 
Ronnie, says "That fish is cute, Please let him go." 
     I say "Your crazy! This is my first fish."
     She says "But it's so cute. Look at its eyes."
I look and am surprised at how expressive and brown they are- Like limped pools of sensitivety. 
The fish looks at me with his bulging soulful eyes. Then I hear, or think I hear the fish say "Yeh!  
I'm cute."
    I say "Christ! I can't throw you back. Your my first fish." I must be off my rocker. I'm
talking to a fish.
   Then he says "I'm too cute to eat. Besides, it's Fathers Day and I'm a father."
   He really got to me talking like that. I say "What the Hell!" and throw him back in the water. 
My kids must think I'm nuts. Before the talking fish with the expressive eyes flips his tail and 
swims away he looks at me with a twinkle in his eyes. He has a smile on his lips. Or is he 
laughing at me? Maybe he figures he has outsmarted me. Perhaps he's right but somehow I feel 
good about letting him go. I quess the kids are right. I must be some kind of nut. From now on I'll 
refrain from looking in a fish's eyes or talking to one.

Elmer

ELMER

My brother Elmer has never married. We think that when he was in England he fell in love with an English girl and when it didn't work out he never got over it. In the army he was a specialist working on bomb sights. He had a very good brain in things like that. After the war he went to work as a carpenter for the contractor Pa was superintendent for. He never liked carpenter work. He tried it on his own as a contractor building garages with Frank Dournour. They also did some remodeling. I worked for him and Frank for a time. Frank grew up in our neighborhood on West 116th Street. He was an alcoholic. One day I brought him a bottle of beer which he drank. We didn't see him for a week because that one beer started him on a binge.  After Frank and Elmer split up, Elmer went in business with our brother, Norbert.  They started building houses and were doing pretty well at it. I worked for them as a cabinet maker and finisher for a time. They were trying to dry out one newly plastered house with an oil fired salamander. They left it on all night but something went wrong and it started to smoke. It smoked all night and left a thick layer of black film on the walls and ceiling. We washed the walls down with water but all that moisture and soot made it very tough to put the finish woodwork on. They built one house in an area with a very high water table. When they dug the basement it filled with water so fast that they had to put the dirt back in and make a basement-less house.

Elmer and Norb bought a large piece of property with a farm house on it on a busy highway in Montrose, Ohio. Norb and Rose had adopted several children, because they couldn't have any of their own, and with Elmer moved into the farm house. This gave Elmer a taste of family life. They bought an old horse for the kids to ride and I think a few chickens. One of the boys, Donny, was about five or six and was Elmer's favorite. They built a Dairy Queen on the road frontage and had some one else run it because they were too busy with their contracting business. They sold the property later at a good profit and it has been resold recently for a million dollars.

After they sold the property Norb went to work for a construction company as a superintendent and Elmer bought a fishing resort on an island in the middle of a lake in northern Canada in the province of Manitoba. It was a fly in resort because as far north as it was there were very few roads. He went to work improving the resort by adding a restaurant and many amenities. After a time he took in a partner and it looked like they were going to start making some money. The lake was full of lunker northern pike and things looked fine for their resort business. As it turned out however there was an Indian women on the island who had a daughter she wanted to marry off to Elmer. Having her daughter marry a white man would be very good for her family because it would make them important in the Indian community. Elmer would have no part of this and when the Indian women saw it wasn't going to work she turned against Elmer and used her influence against him with the ones in a position to renew the island resort lease. The land couldn't be bought because it was in a provincial park. Elmer couldn't get his lease renewed so, at a great lose, he was forced to sell to his partner. His partner was able to get a lease renewal because the Indian woman wasn't mad at him. Ralph said that because they hadn't heard from Elmer for a long time every one of the family in Cleveland was afraid the Indians had killed him and dumped his body in the lake but during this time he was trying to salvage what he could from the deal. Of course, he lost a great deal of money before he was out of it.

He returned to Cleveland and worked at the carpenter trade. A few years later he bought an apartment building in the run down part of the west side of Cleveland where the colored and Porto Ricans were moving in. I looked at the place on one of our visits home and wasn't impressed with the apartment. Later the place burned down with no insurance coverage. He was able to sell the land at a good profit to a McDonald franchise holder. We saw Elmer at Bob's house when we were in Cleveland For John and Rose's 50th wedding anniversary. He was not well at all. He had a hard time breathing and had to carry an atomizer to help clear his lungs. He appeared to be suffering from emphysema and from the look of his face and his general appearance he is in need of proper care and medical attention.                                

Ralph said that when they were kids if there was anything new to try out they would say, "Lets try it out on Elmer." Elmer could take electrical shocks and I've seen him stick his wet finger into a light socket to see if it was live. One time Ralph and Howard were trying an experiment and grabbing Elmer from behind squeezed all the air out the air out of his lungs. Elmer was knocked unconscious. They thought they'd killed him and of course were pretty scared until they managed to bring him out of it none the worse for it. Pa thought a lot of Elmer and made him and Ralph joint executors of his will. A few days before Christmas l986 Ronnie got a call from her brother, John, to tell her Larry's sister died at the age of 92 years. I called Vi the next day to see if we could send flowers but it was too late because the funeral was that day. She told me the latest that was happening to Elmer. He was in the hospital for a hernia operation. He had a double hernia but they were only able to operate on one of the hernias. When he was ready to leave the hospital Elmer called Larry to get a ride home. Vi told me she got mad and called Ralph and ask him how come with all Elmer's brothers he had to call Larry to get a ride home from the hospital.

It wasn't long after Elmer got out of the hospital that he moved to the rest home. It's the kind of home were the patients have to be able to do for themselves. Elmer is in real bad shape when it comes to breathing because of his emphysema but he doesn't need complete nursing care.  He's better off were he is because at least he'll eat right.

June 28 1987 Elmer was found dead on the floor of his room by his landlady. He was 75. He seems to have lost the will to live. Ronnie and I flew back for the funeral.  The funeral arrangements were handled by Corrigan Funeral Homes and he was buried at St. Mary’s cemetery.  It is a sad fact of life but at a family funeral is one of the few times we see many of our relatives.  Our aunts Angela and Frances, who took care of us for two years after Ma died until Vi finished high school, were there and  Aunt Alma who was 95 at the time and still on her feet.  At the cemetery there was a problem because human bones were found when they dug the grave. There was no record of anyone being buried in that location. Elmer was left above ground until a decision was made as what to do about the bones.

Memorial to Martin Maxwell Schnarrs

MEMORIAL TO MARTIN MAXWELL SCHNARRS

It was a tragedy that my grandson, Martin Maxwell Schnarrs , who was in the prime of his young life, at the age 27 years, had his life ended by a job accident. He was working alone repairing an end loader at his job with AAA Bark when the scoop came down on him and crushed him.

Marty was born on April 12, 1978 in Olympia, Washington. He passed away on June 1, 2005. He is survived by his Mother, Alaine Schumann, Sister, Jenise (Schnarrs) Gogan, Father, Father, Frank Schnarrs.

As Marty grew up from a babe in arms he had an engaging laugh and smile and was a joy to be around. He also showed a strong sense of curiosity and independence. As his grandparents, we loved having him around even though he needed constant watching because he was into everything within reach. He wasn’t destructive, just curious.

When he was old enough, I took him fishing. He liked to fish and got excited when he felt the pull on his line and landed a fish, but he didn’t like to sit quiet in the boat waiting for the fish to bite. He would rather start the motor and steer the boat.

One day we drove to the Black River and put the boat in the water. The fish weren’t biting so I turned the oars over to Marty. He rowed around in the quiet water and was getting pretty good at rowing. I said to him, “This is a good place to practice rowing.” He said, “Grandpa, I’m not practicing. I’m really rowing.”

In school Marty was not the best student, but had an engaging personality and was well liked by his fellow class mates, both boys and girls and by the teachers. When Marty was in middle school, I got a call one day. The voice said, “Is Max there?” I ask, “Who is Max?” After some confusion, I discovered that among his friends, our Marty was known by his middle name Maxwell shortened to Max. His family still calls him Marty but his friends outside the family call him Max. Marty preferred to be called Max But answered to the name Marty when he was with any member of the family. When Marty was born his parents wanted to name him after their fathers. My middle name is Martin and Grandfather’s middle name is Maxwell so they decided to name him using our middle names. His Dad started calling him Max when he was about 10 years old.

He worked for a time at his father’s hot tub store, behind the counter, dealing with customers and trouble shooting hot tub problems. He proved to be very good at it and showed his ability to be good at handling himself as an adult. He was likable and good at his relationship with people. He was able to sell hot tubs by the age of 12 years old.

Max went to work for AAA Bark. He soon showed his ability at adjusting to a new job. Soon his boss had him repairing machinery and was sending him to manage jobs all over the country. I talked to his boss, Chris. He told me that he had complete confidence that Max could handle any job he was sent on. He was a natural leader and well liked by everyone around him.

Max told his mother, Alaine, that he was afraid of high places. For that reason he took jobs where he had to climb to try to overcome his fear. He was also very competitive so the high canvas structures that were to be dismantled were a challenge he couldn’t pass up. With him and his helpers on the roof, they dropped the roof about three feet with him and his helpers riding it down. It was the fast way but dangerous. His mother and all of us worried about him.

Max always had a girl friend. His latest and last was a nice young lady named Katie Caulfield. What ever he said was alright with her. One day on the golf course she was carrying a golf bag which was much two heavy for her. I suggested that she use a hand pulled golf cart but she said, “No. Max told me to carry the bag.”

His untimely death has been a shock to all of us, especially to his sister Jenise and his mother, Alaine, who still has a difficult time, especially on holidays. We all miss Marty.

My Dog

When I first saw this stockily built, fox eared, pumpkin colored dog I was a long way from being impressed. In addition to being funny looking, she wouldn't mind and barked almost constantly. Besides, she dug holes all over the backyard. We needed that mutt like we needed a case of smallpox.

After a few days I took her for a walk because she needed exercise and so did I. Her pulling on the leash made it a bit hard to control the direction we were going. I was ready to give her up as a lost cause. The next day she was anxious to repeat our walk. She stayed close to me as I walked around the house so I wouldn't leave without her. She was a little easier to handle that time. Every day we walked and gradually I began to look forward to our walks.

I decided to try her on my 3 mile run. She loved it every day, when it approached running- time, Pumpkin (Ronnie's name for her) showed her excitement. She was fine on the run, but developed a dislike for school buses and try to attack them. One of the drivers asked me to keep her on a shorter leash so she wouldn't get under the wheels of the bus. I told the bus driver I would try to control her.

When I worked in the yard she stayed close to me. Somehow she was always at my heels. She understood what I was saying and, it seemed, even what I was thinking. She wormed her way into my affection. I began to look forward to our runs and our time together. She became my dog and somehow I belong to her. We understood and loved each other.

Today I thoughtlessly left a door open, where she could run out into the street. Because she hated school buses, she charged the first one she saw and was killed. I picked up her still warm lifeless bleeding body. Because I didn't know what else to do I laid her on the front lawn. Our new neighbor stopped to say he was sorry. I thanked him for his kind concern. Ronnie suggested I bury pumpkin. I dug a hole. As I laid her in her final resting place her eyeball fell out. I quickly covered her up.

It was hard for me to realize she was dead. A short time before she had been a bundle of energy in with a zest for living. Pumpkin had so much uncritical love to give. She demanded attention and love in return. It was a question as to whether I owned her. She owned me. When I dug a hole for her lifeless body it left a hole in my heart that will take time to heal. I loved that dog.

Marty 1988

The following is a story I wrote about my grandson Marty, for one of my classes in college:

My grandson, Marty, is nine years old. He's very smart for his years, and good company. I enjoy taking him golfing because he becomes a very enthusiastic when he hits the ball well. When we go fishing I let him steer the boat. Last year we were fishing at Whidbey Island with friends party was the only one who caught fish. He was one proud little guy.

He has a natural aptitude for most sports. He is good at baseball and makes his share of home runs. He has a little trouble at school because he likes to visit instead of studying, but maybe he will grow out of that.

He has to be the man of his family because he has one sister and his mother who was divorced. This makes it a little tougher on Marty because he has no father image. He is adjusting to this situation as well as most kids in the same boat. One reason I am going to this school to get my diploma is because I want to impress upon him the value of getting an education.

Clyde Schumann

Teachers comment: “This is excellent!”