Now You See It
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Two turns of a paddle and I was out of reach of his voice.” Jackie Donnelly, 80, still brightens at the memory. She was working summers at her father’s boatyard on Klinger Lake in inland Michigan, moving powerboats, pumping gas, just a kid with the same summer job from toddlerhood to college and dying to get out of it, to snatch some small piece of the day for herself. That’s what got her into nature. Not so much nature as avoidance. Not getting into it so much as getting out.
Getting into nature, going deep, would have to wait for her retirement from long careers in editing for Skidmore College and then hospice care, jobs she held while raising a big family with her husband, a physics professor at Siena
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