Tag Archives: Holiday traditions

Something Out of Nothing

Posted on January 4, 2017 by rivertoprambles

A ray of light shot from the December darkness that surrounded me for a while. My son Brent and Catherine Rothwell, from Warrenton, Virginia, were married on the banks of the Anacostia River in Washington D.C. on December 23rd. The … Continue reading →

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The Greenwood Jumbies

Posted on December 28, 2015 by rivertoprambles

Old Woodenhead at Christmas. It was time for Old Woodenhead to pick up the rod again. It was time to catch a fish at the waterfall and offer it to the frying pan of all his readers– if they weren’t … Continue reading →

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Zen and the Art of New Year’s Fishing

Posted on January 3, 2015 by rivertoprambles

“It’s not a day for bamboo,” said Tim, as we loaded up our gear and shoved the graphite fly rods into the vehicle’s trunk. We were continuing our crazed tradition of fly-fishing on New Year’s Day, despite a forecast of … Continue reading →

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Top of the Hill

Posted on December 29, 2013 by rivertoprambles

On Christmas Eve my son and I continued our holiday tradition of hiking to the top of a hill situated between my home and brother Pete’s farm. The wind was cold in our faces; the snow brightened the landscape as … Continue reading →

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Welcome Winter

Posted on December 22, 2012 by rivertoprambles

Once again, the world ended, this time on the Winter Solstice. The modern interpreters of the Mayan Calendar were right. Here in western New York the world went to sleep at night under stormy sky then woke up to the … Continue reading →

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A Man Out of Time

Posted on December 26, 2011 by rivertoprambles

The traditional hike began on Christmas Eve about 25 years ago. That year, as well as this, I walked from my house at the bottom of the hill to meet my brother on the summit. He began the walk from … Continue reading →

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