That opening scene conjured my appetite
for fishing. Opie, Andy’s son, was my
age at the time. My dad worked two jobs –
one at the Shelter Insurance Company by day, and another at a nearby school at
night. On the weekends he took me fishing, just like Andy did with Opie.
It was the whistling and fishing
that kept me glued to the television. There
was something about the boy my age, and the man who was the age of my father,
that kept me excited about the next time we’d go fishing on the land owned by
my family. We would load into my dad’s
truck and head to McBaine, MO, less than 20 miles from my home in Columbia,
MO. The trip seemed so far back then.
We didn’t talk much. My dad said you had to remain quiet because
the fish are listening. The first trick
was to find the right spot. I didn’t
think much about the heat back then. The
truth is I didn’t really care much about the fish. It was the time I shared with my dad – just like
Opie and Andy.
I can’t really tell you what the
show was about. I do remember a few
laughs along the way. Most of them had
to do with Deputy Fife. I remember
thinking he was silly. I remember the
gun he carried. No bullets, just a gun.
I remember Otis, the town drunk. One day I asked my mama if every town
had a drunk. It seemed odd that he spent
so much time in jail. I wondered why they called the housekeeper Aunt Bee when
she was the housekeeper.
Mayberry was nothing like my home
town. We had more than one town drunk, and
the police carried guns with bullets. My
mom spent time cleaning people’s houses, but they never called her aunt. It was the whistling and fishing that kept me
coming back to the couch. It was the
image of a father and son - alone fishing.
It’s every boys dream.
I remember my first trip to Mount Airy,
NC. It was then that I learned the show
was based on Griffith’s life growing up in the small town near the mountain
that looks like a woman’s breast. It
seemed odd being there. It made me
wonder about the things missing on the show.
No black people. No mention of
racial tension during a time when the South was embattled over black folks
wanting more than a dream and leftovers.
The show failed to reflect the truth of the world near the pond where
Andy and Opie caught fish.
You have to smile about that. Really.
You have to smile. Little boys
like me needed more than explosive images of black children beaten with water
flowing from hoses. There was enough to
attack the minds of boys like me who desired the love of daddy. It’s why I love Andy Griffith. He taught me to whistle. He made me think about fishing.
He was just like my daddy, and
Opie was just like me.
Thank you Andy Griffith. This whistle is for you.
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