This 1972 photo of Sherri Marsh Johns and her dad, Calvin “Junie” Marsh, was submitted for CBMM’s upcoming exhibit, “Snapshots to Selfies: 50 years of Chesapeake Summers.” This exhibit, a collection of community-submitted summer stories and photos, will feature the memories of Bay folks from the last 50 years, doing what we have always done during the Chesapeake’s laziest days- enjoying the water.   Sherri writes,   “This was my first fishing trip after Dad bough my first fishing rod.  We
 are aboard his 42 ft. Bay-built  box stern, the Sherri Michelle.  
Although he was a waterman he didn’t own a fishing rod –if you look 
closely you will see he is using a hand line.  I can still see those 
tough hands able to pull up a fishing line without using a reel.    
Buying a fishing rod for me when he didn’t have one himself was such a 
gesture of love from a man who was not good at communicating emotions.  
Here I too young to appreciate any of that and am staring with at the 
rod with complete impatience waiting for a bite.   
When I look at this photo and imagine what it would look like if it were
 taken now.  The boat would be fiber glass, the glass coke bottle would 
be a cardboard juice box, I would under the protection of sunscreen, 
glasses and a hat and required to wear a PFD.  Many things change, 
fortunately not the tradition of fathers teaching their daughters to 
fish.”     To submit your own photos and stories, go to  http://bit.ly/1c2t2bT  and share your summer snaps from the last 50 years!

This 1972 photo of Sherri Marsh Johns and her dad, Calvin “Junie” Marsh, was submitted for CBMM’s upcoming exhibit, “Snapshots to Selfies: 50 years of Chesapeake Summers.” This exhibit, a collection of community-submitted summer stories and photos, will feature the memories of Bay folks from the last 50 years, doing what we have always done during the Chesapeake’s laziest days- enjoying the water.

Sherri writes,

“This was my first fishing trip after Dad bough my first fishing rod.  We are aboard his 42 ft. Bay-built  box stern, the Sherri Michelle.   Although he was a waterman he didn’t own a fishing rod –if you look closely you will see he is using a hand line.  I can still see those tough hands able to pull up a fishing line without using a reel.  

Buying a fishing rod for me when he didn’t have one himself was such a gesture of love from a man who was not good at communicating emotions.   Here I too young to appreciate any of that and am staring with at the rod with complete impatience waiting for a bite.

When I look at this photo and imagine what it would look like if it were taken now.  The boat would be fiber glass, the glass coke bottle would be a cardboard juice box, I would under the protection of sunscreen, glasses and a hat and required to wear a PFD.  Many things change, fortunately not the tradition of fathers teaching their daughters to fish.”


To submit your own photos and stories, go to http://bit.ly/1c2t2bT and share your summer snaps from the last 50 years!