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Once More to the Pond
Published March 8, 2009 Commentary , E.B. White 2 CommentsTags: "Fresh Pond: History of a Cambridge Landscape", "Once More to the Lake", Cambridge, E.B. White, Fresh Pond, Fresh Pond Hotel, Jill Sinclair, Maine
E. B. White wrote Once More to the Lake (August 1941) about returning with his young son to the pristine Maine lake where he spent every childhood August. Before arriving, he fears that this “holy spot” will have been spoiled and won’t measure up to his idyllic memories. He is relieved that, apart from the unwelcome noise of outboard motors, little else has changed. Continue reading ‘Once More to the Pond’