![]() ![]() The boy places the carving on a pile of snow one winter, and when spring comes and the sun melts the snow, Paddle-to-the-Sea begins his journey along a spring-run mountain stream, emerging along the banks of Lake Superior, travels through all of the Great Lakes, plunges over Niagara Falls and makes his way up the St. Published in 1941, Paddle-to-the-Sea is the name given to a small wooden figure in a canoe carved by a young Native American boy in Lake Nipigon, Canada, which is just north of Lake Superior. It’s my dad’s, given to him when he was a small boy. And I think I’ve found probably the most appropriate book I could. I’ve also been combing through the book shelves trying to find the few books that didn’t get shipped out to me when I first started having babies. I’ve been visiting old friends, showing my husband my favorite old lunch spots, seeking out the old hills to take the kids sledding, and am of course properly suited up in thick socks and a big sweater inside because it is my dad’s house after all. It’s the first Christmas I’ve spent here probably since my senior year in high school, and I’m wallowing in nostalgia. I’m writing this post from my childhood bedroom almost a stone’s throw from Lake Michigan. ![]() ![]() ![]() I’ve lived in the mountains, and I’ve lived on the ocean, but I’m a Great Lakes girl at heart. ![]()
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