Scatter
My Ashes:
A
sentiment that could only come from someone who
has spent a lot of time on the water. Taken
from the words of a fisherman from the South
Shore before he died doing what he loved most,
fishing and being out on the Lake.
Every Summer:
I’ve
visited a lot of places that are now parkland,
owned by us all, and regulated in access and use. I’ve also had the chance
to meet some folks who used to call these places
their own. Thomas
Wolfe wrote, You Can’t Go Home Again, and it is
true.
Fishing
Boats:
Based on
the words of Elta Croft, an old friend from the
North Shore. Elta and
her husband fished commercially, a very small
operation. There comes
a time when the challenge can become too much. They had to give it up,
but others carry on the tradition and face the
perils, and enjoy the life made from the bounty of
the Lake
One
More Mile:
Sometimes
our determination gets the best of us. This is an early
“shipwreck” story about Douglas Houghton. It is true that the Lake
is so big, and the craft is so small.
Just
A Dream:
Another
shipwreck story from long ago with a mysterious
and mystical twist. It
is the tale of the last trip or the Waubuno and
the unusual events that preceded the trip.
Irish Mist:
It is
metaphor for leaving a home that lives in memory,
that lives in the heart. The
story that inspired this piece happened on the
lake a long time ago.
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Dream
of the Sea:
Old sailors, and some recent
ones too name their boats, their ships. They take on a
personality, a life of their own.
Why shouldn’t their longings be as deep and
meaningful as the hands that kept them in repair
and steered them through the weather and the
years.
The Book Says:
OSHA wasn’t around when the
lighthouses were staffed by people, hardy and
determined souls with a noble and vital duty. Don’t let the job
description fool you when it calls for
light-house keeping.
Heave Ho:
Isn’t
that what they say when it’s time for heavy
lifting. Let me
tell you about a trip across the Lake.
Take Me Back:
Romance, the sun, the
moon on the water. The
air is warm, and the company – well it couldn’t
be better.
Deo
Volente:
Latin
for God Willing, and the name of a special boat. Come along for a ride.
Sailing:
Jim
Marshall loved the Lake. He
loved life, and he lived it to the fullest. When it’s time to dock the
Skipper Sam in heaven, they will have to call on Jim
to bring it in |