Editor’s Note: The author of the following story wrote about the day his mother surprised his father with a striped bass she caught off the Long Beach Island beach and wheeled it home in the baby carriage (“This Family Fish Story Is a Keeper,” 5/22). Here is how that relationship first began.

My mother was born in Glasgow, Scotland, the eldest of three surviving sisters (one died in infancy). Her father, my grandfather, worked for the shipyards as a draftsman, drawing the plans for the great ships built in…