Saturday, September 15, 2012
One More to the Lake by E.B. White is a piece on the dynamic power of memory and the chill of mortality. Recapitulating a camping visiting on a lake with his son, White thinks back of how so many of the details he now experiences with his son are some of the same he experienced with his father a generation ago. Throughout his story, he routinely mentions how he cannot distinguish the memory from the current experience. Further on in the story, White introduces that in a way, both summertime, lake cabins, and family get-togethers describes “Americans at play” and this portrays the peaceful, good, and joyful in our lives. But, by the essay’s conclusion, when he brings his readers back to the present, White remembers the time when he indeed marched on, and he just like his father will soon die and White will just become another memory. One thing that this story has told me is memories are different for everyone and the hold something dear to our hearts. They remind us of who we are and where we came from. The senses, whether it could be taste, touch, sight, hearing, or smell, can physically bring us back to a certain memory.