Hi Ladies!
My daughters and I are making a framed scrapbook page for their PawPaw for Father's Day. It's from the day he took all of his grandkids fishing to catch their first fish! It looks great, but all it's missing is a nice quote.
I've been googling but I can't find just the right one- somethin about men and loving their families- any suggestions?
A grandfather is someone with silver in his hair and gold in his heart. ~Author Unknown
"Nobody can do for little children what grandfathers do. Grandfathers sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children." – Alex Haley
"Grandfathers are for loving, catching fish and fixing things." – Author Unknown
"The simplest toy, one which even the youngest child can operate, is called a grandparent." – Sam Levenson
May the holes in your net be no larger than the fish in it. ~Irish Blessing
Enjoy thy stream, O harmless fish;
And when an angler for his dish,
Through gluttony's vile sin,
Attempts, the wretch, to pull thee out,
God give thee strength, O gentle trout,
To pull the rascal in!
~John Wolcot
A bad day of fishing is better than a good day of work. ~Author Unknown
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
Never afraid are we!"
So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home:
'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be;
And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
- Eugene Field
What about just making up something yourself?
