Sunday, May 21, 2017

Tradition: the Double-Edged Sword


Easter 2017– 
Old and new traditions collide!

tra·di·tion

trəˈdiSH(ə)n/
noun
  1. 1.
    the transmission of customs or beliefs from generation to generation, or the fact of being passed on in this way.

Tradition is typically something that brings comfort and order to the lives of many people.

However, regardless of how hard we try to stay true, traditions will change. 

What is a comfort to some can become a conflict to others.

This conflict or collision typically resides between generations.

But - when I looked into the roots of tradition, a phrase came to mind:


The more things change, the more they stay the same.

I've heard this many times and sort of, maybe, kind of, perhaps had a clue as to what it meant - but did not know the origins of the phrase.  Google to the rescue!

Turns out,"The more things change, the more they stay the same." is an epigram coined by Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr (24 November 1808 – 29 September 1890) who was a French critic, journalist, and novelist.
Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr

Along with his skills with the pen, "He was also devoted to fishing."  NOW I know why I remembered that epigram!


Here's my interpretation of Monsieur Karr's epigram:


Traditions change, but Traditions remain - 

the constant being, regardless of the tradition - it is still a tradition, and in my experience - not that much changes beyond the ownership of the tradition. 

 Permit me to explain:

Paraphrasing (chopping up) one of my favorite poems, Lewis Carroll's "The Jabberwocky,"





’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.....

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! .....

He took his vorpal sword in hand; ......

One, two! One, two! And through and through 
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! 

He left it dead, and with its head 
      He went galumphing back.

It could be argued that Old and New traditions are similar to the story line of The Jabberwocky.  

New traditions are the son - 'my beamish boy' - fighting and ultimately successful in defeating the Old Traditions - The 'manxome foe', the Jabberwocky.

But, with tradition, it doesn't have to be a conflict.  

It should and can be more of a blending  - combining old and new.  

But, how can we live in the past, present and future all at the same time?  Shades of Jeopardy, The answer is in the form of a question:

What do Brownstones, Synagogues, Catholics, Lutherans, Presbyterians, Episcopalians, “car2go”, and Largemouth Bass have in common?

In a word – Brooklyn. But, there's more to the story.

Tradition is important in peoples’ lives

 – it keeps them grounded with family, it teaches about and makes a connection with the past, it maintains culture, and reminds us of how our ancestors struggled and succeeded and lived full lives to bring us to where and what we are today.

Tradition is a good and important part of growing up and raising a family and watching that family grow up and raise their own family with the old traditions as a foundation while building new traditions for future generations.

The tough part and also the beautiful part is being in the middle of the old and new traditions.  

The double-edged sword:

You long for the old, respected ways that you enjoyed and tried to instill in your children, but you’re proud that your children are intelligent, caring individuals that appreciate how you raised them, but realize that it’s a brave new world and things are changing at a rate much faster than when we were young.  

The family unit no longer stays put as much as in the past.

And, our children need to keep up or be left behind – 


none of our kids will ever be left behind – 

they will forge their own lives and traditions while they remember and respect the lives and traditions that brought them to where they are today. 

They will be the center of their family, which will include their parents and siblings, but, will grow exponentially and thrive and continue to respect and appreciate the old while they create the new.

OK – I forgot – What was the question?  

Oh, yeah - 


What do Brownstones, Synagogues, Catholics, Lutherans, Presbyterians, Episcopalians, “car2go”, and Largemouth Bass have in common?

Our daughter, Meghan, is engaged to be married to Daniel.

  (NOTE: by the time I post this, they are already married - more on that later - pretend this is still Easter 2017, please.) 

Meghan has always been very much tradition bound growing up.  My beautiful wife Joyce is responsible for that for both Meghan and her sister Kristin – of course, tradition with Kristin is yet again another story.

Family has always been not only important, but really critical to raising our two girls and keeping grounded in this crazy world, especially since I dragged them all over this great country of ours working in the advertising biz. (But, fishing from New York to California and back can't be all bad!)

And, from what I’ve observed, family was just as important in Daniel’s upbringing.  (Do people still say “upbringing?)

Traditionally, Joyce and I have spent the Easter Holidays with her family – Her Mother, sister, in-laws, aunts, uncles, cousins, starting when we lived in Queens, NY and then Croton-on Hudson, NY with celebrations moving from Queens to New Jersey and then to Connecticut. 

It was more difficult when I moved us to the west coast. With the passing of Joyce’s wonderful mother Peggy, family tradition became even more important.

That tradition has been pretty consistent with a few alterations, but this year – total switcheroo!

Meghan and Daniel requested that we, Joyce, Kristin, and I, spend Easter with them, in Brooklyn, NY. 

PANIC SETS IN!

MY Easter Tradition is fishing the East Branch of the Croton River when we visit Joyce’s side of the family for Easter celebration.  


Me on the East Branch of the Croton River.
Photo by James Hook.

Easter is one of the best times to fish on the East Branch.


East Branch Rainbow - last cast of the day.

Then, emotional intelligence rises to the surface - 


Panic subsides.

I don’t NEED to fish over Easter. 

Not really.  

But, it’s expected. More or less.

My beautiful niece and God child Danielle is usually the first to say, "Uncle David, when are you going fishing?" 

Assuming she's not just trying to get rid of me, she and the rest of the family know that I love to fish, don't get to fish very often and want me to enjoy myself on the water.  

Now what? 

Brooklyn?  

Fishing?  

DOES NOT COMPUTE!!!

Well, I may have mentioned in past posts that I love research.   

One past Easter, before Daniel, we spent Easter with Meghan in Manhattan, NY.  I wrote a post about that – Lunch at the Boat House restaurant in Central Park and photos of 10 pound koi and 30 pound snapping turtles, and watching people in row boats and fishing from shore, and me wishing that I brought a rod.


The vertical bars are window frames about 24" wide.


If this was Maryland instead of NYC, this big boy would be Snapper Soup for 50.

So, I googled fishing in Brooklyn.

I found Prospect Park Lake. 




Further research revealed that Prospect Park Lake has the largest concentration of Largemouth Bass in the entire state of New York! 

And, Fishing was allowed!

And so the adventure begins!

As Ricky frequently told Lucy “You got some "splainin' to do”. 

 I also got some "splainin' to do .... Back to the question: 

What do Brownstones, Synagogues, Catholics, Lutherans, Presbyterians, Episcopalians, “car2go”, and Largemouth Bass have in common?

It’s a long story, but I’ll try to give you the Reader’s Digest version – 

I’m sure you’ve all heard about the book, “A Brownstone Grows in Brooklyn” – Brownstone – Tree – whatever.

Daniel’s apartment is in a Brownstone in Brooklyn. 

Daniel and Meghan have their sights set on owning a Brownstone in Brooklyn.  

Meghan and Daniel go to church every Sunday at a Synagogue – in Brooklyn. 

Meghan was raised Catholic.

Daniel was raised Lutheran


(NOTE: Daniel's father, Ed, is a Lutheran Minister – and a Fisherman.  Or is that - Ed is a Fisherman and a Lutheran Minister? Whatever – he’s a great guy! 
I look forward to fishing with him.)

While Meghan and Daniel attend church in a Synagogue, the services are Presbyterian

The pastor that will be performing the wedding ceremony is Presbyterian – and a Fisherman – or is that, he’s a Fisherman and a Presbyterian Pastor? Whatever – he’s a great guy and I look forward to fishing with him also!

OK – now we’re getting somewhere – confused, I think – but wait – we’re up to Episcopalians!

Meghan and Daniel will be married in – yes – that’s right – an Episcopalian Church, by a Presbyterian pastor who holds Sunday services in a Synagogue in Brooklyn, 


Whew

Talk about traditions colliding!

To summarize – re-read the above – I can’t go through it again!

Now, what the heck was that question?

What do Brownstones, Synagogues, Catholics, Lutherans, Presbyterians, Episcopalians, “car2go”, and Largemouth Bass have in common?

OK – we’re up to “car2go” and Largemouth Bass. And Easter 2017 – when the traditions did a total switcheroo.

My Easter tradition has been fishing the East Branch of the Croton River.  But this year, I couldn’t fish on the East Branch, but, I could fish!  

With my future son-in-law Daniel! 

In Prospect Park Lake – in Brooklyn!

So, to start this new tradition, Daniel and I get ready to fish.


Daniel and I discuss techniques and fishing locations on Prospect Park Lake

And one more for the road!

This will be the first time that Daniel has had the chance to fish with the Fly Rod (9', 7wt, IM8 graphite Fly/Spin combo) I crafted for him as a Christmas gift.  


Work in progress - 12 more guides to go.


Two handles - one for spin cast and one for fly casting.

Since Daniel has about 15 minutes of fly fishing experience using the rod I crafted for Meghan, I brought him some of the flies I tied to get his arsenal started.




Once organized, we set out for Prospect Park Lake – 

in a “car2go”. 


Heading for our car2go.

My worst nightmare on the road, which I swore I would never be caught dead or alive in is a “Smart car” – one of the dumbest excuses for a car that I've ever seen on the highway - just my opinion.

Yes – you guessed it – “car2go” is a fleet of rental cars, entirely made up of – “Smart cars”.  
Rented by the minute - all smart phone app accessed.

Somehow I survived the short trip to Prospect Park Lake.

The park and lake looked very similar to Central Park in New York City – beautiful landscaping, bike trails, and a lake filled with fish – so I heard.

By this time I was hungry.  

On the way to the park from the poor excuse for a car (more like a skate board with a motor in my opinion) – we happened upon a pizza place, Bene Restaurant and Pizzeria.  


We stopped for sustenance.  We each had a slice of Pizza.  

And, in my estimation, one of the best slices of pizza I have ever had!

Sauce was great – sausage was great – cheese was great – and the crust was nothing short of outstanding!  Thin, moist on top and cracker thin and crisp on the bottom – delicious!

John’s Best in Brookfield, CT 

is still my traditional favorite, but this was a great stand-in on our trek to Largemouth Bass in Brooklyn, and, the start of a new tradition.

My new tradition when fishing Prospect Park Lake is to have a slice of pizza at Bene before hitting the water. (I love traditions - especially ones I can eat or drink or fish!)

Once at the lake, we saw a fisherman pull in a largemouth bass about 12” long.  He used a green rubber worm rigged wacky style.




Daniel and I opted to walk a bit further to a spot that Daniel heard contained a good population of Largemouth Bass.

Fishing was good – catching – not so much.

However, my first fish was hooked as I started my back cast – a 3” largemouth bass that I inadvertently flipped up onto the shore.  Quickly released to grow up.

Then, I caught a crappie – small but feisty.










And back to grow - note the clarity of the water.

Next, another bass, but only about 12” long – not much size, but lots of fun.
Caught on a fly I tied with a rod I built - adds to the fun.

The weather was very cool, overcast and getting windier and colder as the day progressed.  Daniel and I decided to walk around to a small bay that looked protected from the wind.

As they say, looks can be deceiving.  The calm spots were not that calm and still cold and also filled with people.  So, we had to stay on the edge of the calm areas.

We continued to fight the wind and I picked up a few more crappie – one about 15” that could be considered a “slab” at any lake. 

While Daniel and I were fishing, we met a young man interested in fishing, catch and release (the rule at Prospect Park Lake), global warming and fly fishing. I gave him a quick fly fishing lesson and he had a few bites, but no hook-ups.  If you look at the lower right corner, I have a good sized crappie hooked.


Crappie close-up.
Daniel hooked a few fish, but performed the very intricate, conservationist style, long line release technique – so no photos.

Weather and time got the best of us, so we headed back to the car2go  – and back to Daniel's apartment.

But, what is the point to all of this? 

Tradition - change - new beginnings 

.......and what was that question again? 

Oh, yeah - 


What do Brownstones, Synagogues, Catholics, Lutherans, Presbyterians, Episcopalians, “car2go”, and Largemouth Bass have in common?

The answer (beyond Brooklyn) is: 


everything and nothing. 

Tradition not withstanding, life goes on

And, we all need to trust that our efforts to raise our children and to instill values have been successful.

And, ultimately, it is successful. 

And tradition has its own way of persisting.  

(the more things change the more they stay the same) 

Like my Easter tradition – fishing the East Branch of the Croton River.


Now, work with me on this one.....

The East Branch of the Croton River is part of the NYC watershed – supplying water to the City of New York (all five boroughs) - some of the best drinking water in the world!

Prospect Park Lake is a man-made lake in Brooklyn – a borough of the City of New York, fed with water from the New York City Watershed – after it’s processed for drinking.

Therefore, the water that I fished in Prospect Park Lake, was, in fact, water that flowed from........

OK – who has this figured out?  

I’m just realizing right now –

I was fishing the East Branch of the Croton River while standing on the banks of Prospect Park Lake!

Who knew?

Well, I somehow managed to maintain my Easter tradition, 


sort of - 

but, what's next?

I look forward to learning about the new traditions that Meghan and Daniel will create.

And, I look forward to answering the next question: 

Will I be able to fish the weekend of Meghan and Daniel’s wedding?

Anyone got a guess?

I'll be ready - just in case!

Meghan and Daniel - I love you both and can't wait to:

See you on the water!

After the wedding!
                                         
Dave (Dad/Dad-in-law)

Sunday, February 26, 2017

The Lesson

“I never teach my pupils; 

I only attempt to provide the conditions 

in which they can learn.” 

~ Albert Einstein  

Albert Einstein
Wall Papers High Quality - yesofcorsa.com


“I hear and I forget.                                       

I see and I remember. 

                                 I do and I understand.” 

~Confucius - 

Confucius 
Encyclopedia Britannica


“Life is a learning experience,
                    
only if you learn.” 

~Yogi Berra  

Yogi Berra
1956 Tops Baseball card

“You learn something new every day.”

~??????

I’m not really sure who first used that last phrase, but I’m guessing most of you have said or at least heard someone say that.

Another phrase that I heard long ago but can’t provide credit for is – 

“The best way to learn is by teaching.” 

I’ve proven this to myself many times in a variety of situations when I’ve helped someone at work, taught fly tying to Disabled Veterans at Project Healing Waters events, taught kids to tie flies or showing someone how to cast with a fly rod.

My friend and fellow Trout Unlimited member Gary 
and a US Vet tying flies
 - Project Healing Waters


My friend and fellow Trout Unlimited member Dave
teaching a young fisherman how to tie flies at a fishing expo


The Lesson
And, the lessons learned are much more than just what you were teaching.

Learning and teaching are very personal intertwined activities - one leads to another and back again. 

My most recent teaching/learning experience happened over the Independence Day weekend 2016.  I was given the opportunity to introduce the art of fly fishing to my grandnephew Kellen Hook, age 7.

If you read my last post you know that Kellen is the son of my nephew, James Hook, whom I introduced to fly fishing and built a fly rod for him before his untimely passing.  

James on the East Branch of the Croton River

My relationship with Kellen has always been at “arm’s length”.  I tend not to gush or fuss over children (except my adorable baby girls, of course).  In the case of Kellen, there was more than enough fussing, gushing, coddling and yes – spoiling for a dozen children. 

And Kellen loved it – and took advantage of it.  And, he was worthy of it in many ways.  He was the first grandchild.  He was a beautiful baby.  He was incredibly smart and knew that the adults loved him and would cater to his every whim.  

Lights on. Lights off. Lights on. Lights off.  
That game never got old.

But, as Kellen got older, he started to change, to grow up, or so I kept being told.  But, he still ruled the roost.  That July 4th weekend I heard him exclaim:

 “I’m the king of this house!”  

I couldn’t disagree. 

I was in Connecticut the week of the 4th to go fishing.  My wife Joyce took the train to NYC the previous Friday to visit our daughter Meghan and friends and I drove to CT that Monday.  Joyce and Meghan and Meghan’s fiancé Daniel would take the train up to CT later in the week.

After the whole family had assembled, I was showing off my latest creation, my baby bamboo fly rod and Kellen noticed, and seemed to be interested.  

I was surprised.  

And a little frightened!

So when I was asked (told?) to teach him how to fly cast, I was more than a bit skeptical (terrified) about the outcome and how long I could be patient if he started acting like the king of the house with my latest creation, the 6’6” bamboo, 3 weight fly rod that was very delicate.  

I recalled that when I started taking Kellen’s father James on my flee the family fishing forays, someone would always say, “Why don’t you take Kellen with you?” 

My standard response was “I never take more than one child fishing at a time” - my standard joke with James and his inner child that showed itself frequently, so since I was taking James fishing, I couldn’t take Kellen, too.  

The reality was that the places I fished were dangerous for a small active child who took “No” as a challenge and I was not up to dealing with that challenge.

Kellen, along with being incredibly smart is also very strong and hard on his toys, and my newly made fly rod was no toy – the rods I build are more like my babies than fishing rods and certainly not toys. 

Skepticism (FEAR) was growing!  All brought on by my over active imagination and fear of the unknown … one-on-one time with King Kellen!

But, I knew I had to take on this challenge.  A couple years earlier I assumed that I would teach his father James the art of fly fishing and he would teach Kellen and his brother Conner.  But, that was not to be.

Fortunately, the lesson would take place in Nick and Denise’s (The Grandparents) back yard on a beautiful day with a ton of family supervision, whew!

Kellen's Nona - great grandmother, Hope - Family Matriarch

Papa - grandfather Nick holding brother Conner

Aunt Danielle holding brother Conner

And of course, Mom Nicole, my niece, with her two sons -
note the weapons - I'm just sayin'! 

Now, I was probably making too much about this lesson – how bad could it be?  

Well…Kellen could ignore my instructions and break my new baby bamboo and I would want to cast him… into the woods. 

But, I probably had nothing to worry about.  After all, even Fish can Learn:

In a recent study, a group of researchers led bySandie Millot designed a feeding machine that could be operated with a pull string. 

If a fish was hungry, it would swim up, pull the string, and the food would be dispensed. Since fish – like all other animals – are capable of associative learning through basic classical and operant conditioning, the fact that fish could learn to operate this sort of basic feeder is not surprising. Indeed, 48 of 56 fish figured out how to get the food. 

The remaining 8 probably became food for the other fish! 

There must be a “fish in schools” joke in there somewhere, but I’ll save you from that – for now. 

On second thought – 

Why are fish so smart?  Because they swim in schools. 

Why do fish swim in schools?  Because they can’t walk.  

OK, OK, back to the post.

The keys to learning, of course, are desire and interest.  The fish that learned to pull the string for food had a desire to eat, and fish tend to be curious, so interest level was no doubt high.

I had no idea if Kellen had the interest and desire to learn or if he’d treat the bamboo rod I built as if it were a toy (again with the “toy” thing!).

At this point in writing this post I was trying to find ways to work learning into trout fishing, like explaining Selectivity in trout feeding habits.  However, you’ll be glad to know that I wore myself out just thinking about it, so I moved on.

Unfortunately, I moved on to “Learning modalities.”  

Did you know that Walter Burke Barbe and colleagues proposed three learning modalities? (often identified by the acronym VAK):[13]
  1. Visualizing modality
  2. Auditory modality
  3. Kinesthetic modality
But – not to worry – I bagged Barbe – so before you hit the back button I think it’s time to insert some photos of “The Lesson.”

When you look at these photos, watch the concentration on Kellen's face.  

I have never seen him that focused on one thing for such a long time - Skeptisism (fear) is subsiding and I'm now just enjoying my time with Kellen.

Explaining use of the reel - an Orvis Access I

Threading the line through the guides is tricky even for experienced fly fishers - but there's a trick for this tricky task

Kellen mastered the trick first try - can you see it?

Total concentration

Listening and learning

Starting to understand
Casting before he even has the rod in his hand



Here we go!

Nice backcast

First cast success!

Cousin Meghan (one of my baby girls) teaches the roll cast



And the student becomes the teacher -
showing my son-in-law Daniel (as of May 13, 2017)
the basic roll cast

How do you learn to fly cast?  Same way you get to Carnegie Hall - 

Practice....

....practice.....

....practice.

OK - I got this!  What's next!

It was supposed to be a fly casting lesson for Kellen, but I think I was the one that got the most out of the time Kellen and I spent together, learning that he is growing up and becoming a responsible young man, so I have to ask – 

Whose lesson was this, anyway?

This lesson may be over, 
but Class is not dismissed 

– never stop learning... 
never.

See you on the water!


Dave