Summary Of Once More To The Lake By E. B. White

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E. B. White wrote this essay, “Once More to the Lake”, in 1941. In this essay, White mainly discuss about the power of memory and mortality by telling his experiences with his son and father. White’s father took his family to lake Maine for the month of August in 1904, and they went there summer after summer. “A few weeks ago this feeling got so strong I bought myself a couple of bass hooks and a spinner and returned to the lake where we used to go, for a week 's fishing and to revisit old haunts,” White said. He took along his son, who was far from nature, to his memorable place. They went fishing in the morning same as when White was young. He kept comparing the atmosphere and sought the difference between past and present but he found similarities…show more content…
He pulled his dripping trunks from the line where they had hung all through the shower, and wrung them out. Languidly, and with no thought of going in, I watched him, his hard little body, skinny and bare, saw him wince slightly as he pulled up around his vitals the small, soggy, icy garment. As he buckled the swollen belt suddenly my groin felt the chill of death.” According to the White’s mention, he feels that the death is close to him and when his son will be adult, he recalls that moment same as White. White realizes that he is in father’s position, not in son’s position anymore, and he will die like his…show more content…
When I was young, my grandmother and grandfather raised me up. I have so many memories about them and especially I love my grandfather since I always played with my grandfather and slept with him. When I was in America, my grandfather passed away and I could not go his funeral. Until now, I feel guilty because he is my special and valuable to me. After I went back to Korea, I visited my grandmother and grandfather’s house. At the time, I could not do anything and cried a lot because his home brought back my youth memory, which was with him. He played, talked, and ate with me at his home and we did everything at his home. Even though I do not have a son, I totally sympathize White’s mind and thinking. My youth memory is precious to me same as White. White can feel his father, when he is at the lake, and I can feel my grandfather, when I am at his home. If I am married and have babies, my babies will remember and recall my parents like
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