Fish In The Horse Trough

One of the stories Marca likes to tell about the Nebraska farm is about fishing in Cub Creek.  She remembers that there were any number of fish to be caught from the creek that crossed the farm in Southern Nebraska.  A particular challenge for Grandpa Leslie was the catfish.  When you catch a small catfish, it generally swallows the hook, so you can’t very well set it loose.  But, what do you do with a fish that is too small to eat but it has swallowed the hook?  So, when you catch catfish, you cut the fish line and put the fish in the horse trough.  Over time, the fish hook will dissolve inside the fish.  When the catfish grows a bit, and is large enough to eat, then you take it out of the trough for dinner.  This way you don’t lose any good fish.  You let it grow a bit and in time it is still worth cleaning and cooking.

Images of the farm

I found these two photos in collection and thought I might share them.  The photo of the farm is self evident.  The second photo has a title of "lazy farmers."  I think it is a photograph of Mark and Wad lying against a corn crib.  Feel free to correct me if I am wrong.

An Opening Post

I originally posted this on another blog page.  It felt very out of place.  So, I decided to create a blog for the Nider Family so that I can give them the respect and attention they deserve.  So, Mark, Wad, Marion, and all of your kin, here we go:

I am slowly sorting through several photograph collections.  I wanted to share a couple of images taken by my Father-in-Law.  Mark Nider served in the China-Burma-India theater of  World War Two.  He took hundreds of photographs and gave each one a title.  Here are just two.  The first is entitled "Burma" and the second "paddies."  They are interesting photographs.  It will take some time and thought to really understand his collections.  But here is just an example of what he witnessed and experienced.  It also well documents the work that lay ahead for the men that served in this particular area during the war.