by Lyda Sue Cunningham
This is a true Lazy Point story, and it happened a long time ago.
A little girl was fishing with her father in a small boat just outside the channel, beyond Hicks Island. They were drifting over the ledge at the edge of the channel, hoping to catch some fluke or flounder. It was a perfect Lazy Point day. The sky was blue and the sea was calm. The father saw some frolicking dolphins coming quite close to their boat. He turned to point them out to the little girl, and discovered she was gone from their boat.
He looked around frantically, and then saw his daughter, in the water, swimming and playing with the dolphins. “Lyda!” he shouted. “You get back here in the boat!”
“But Daddy,” she laughed, “I’m playing with my friends,” and she continued to play until the dolphins nudged her back to the boat, and then swam away.
Yes, Carl, that little girl was me. Family folklore about the episode puts me at around seven years at the time. That experience is as fresh in my memory today as it was the day it happened.
I am appalled at the slaughter of both the whales and dolphins. I hope the recent uproar about serving dolphins as sushi, or maybe the mercury poisoning will stop this practice.