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Rainy Lake

Rainy Lake

by Mary Francois Rockcastle


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In Rainy Lake, author Mary Rockcastle invites the reader to savor the sights, sounds, and smells of summer at her parents' lopsided lakefront cabin during the 1960s. From the landscape of her memory, Danielle Fillian paints a sensitive and wise family portrait of summers filled with fly-fishing, swimming, water-skiing, new friendships, and a deepening first love. But with the intrusion of the Vietnam War and the rumblings of the civil rights movement growing steadily nearer, this sheltered vacation community is forced to acknowledge the harsh realities of the wider world.

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ISBN-13: 9781555972424
Publisher: Graywolf Press
Publication date: 03/01/1996
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 282
Product dimensions: 5.48(w) x 8.88(h) x 0.90(d)

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Rainy Lake

By Mary Rockcastle

Graywolf Press

Copyright © 1994 Mary Rockcastle
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ISBN: 1-55597-242-X

Chapter One

From "BYOL Party (1966)"

I was dreaming of my mother marooned on our dock, which bobbed like a cork in the middle of the lake. As I sat up in bed, gazing into the cobwebby dark, the sound started again. I leaned my head against the screen and listened. There it was: the low, choking sound of a woman weeping.

I crept downstairs and stood at the closed glass door leading onto the porch. My mother's bare toes and the white edge of her nightgown shone in the dim light. After setting a chair down by the window, I stood on it and pulled the half-open window wide, peering over the sill at my mother huddled at one end of the swing. Her pale neck was visible beneath the line of her hair, which tumbled forward on either side of her face. She was rocking slowly back and forth, her arms cradling her knees. Sobs slipped down the front of her nightgown and seemed to strangle there. I could hardly catch the few muffled words.

"Never ... what does it matter ... never, never ... not once ... not in my whole life."

I'd so rarely heard my mother cry. It was even more rare for me to see her like this-all alone, not a mother or a wife, just a woman who'd once been a girl. There wasn't a thing I could do to help her.


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