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

When I was a little girl, my life was very much E. B. White’s story, “Once More to the Lake.” In White story, he describes the town as being always the same, even years later when he takes his own son there, “-the waitresses were the same country girls, there having been no passage of time” (White 203). Like White, my grandfather would always take us camping and for many, many years nothing changed about the lake in Kirby Landing. There were always the same pine trees that needed to be cut the year before still there. At the end of the camp site, my grandfather would hang the same bucket light he made to hang on the pole for extra light. I always looked forward to tubing on the lake day after day till we left. At night, we would all sit around the table and play solitaire, but we
Like Bass, I like to hunt and kill whatever is in front of me. When I was a little girl, I always looked forward to hunting session to come around to go to deer camp. I would wake up early every morning to go sit in the stand to watch for deer. In the morning it seems like it takes forever to find your stand after walking up and down the mountains. Once I got in the stand, it was also hard to not talk and be quite to hear the deer walk up. My dad would always tell me I wasn’t coming to hurt with him in the evening because I was to loud in the morning. I would be so exciting after my dad would let me shoot a deer. I would have to drag the deer back to camp. My dad would clean the deer as I would play in the fire and watch him. I was never brave enough to clean a deer. As the week would come to end we would pack everything up till next