Eagle Lake Remembers
The thin, slick pages turned like silk. The ink had an unmistakable smell. There must have been a thousand pages in each heavy, thick catalogue delivered to even the most rural homes around Eagle Lake. As a child, it was my favorite book. I suspect others felt the ...
PLEASE LOG IN FOR PREMIUM CONTENT. Our website requires visitors to log in to view the best local news. Not yet a subscriber? Subscribe today!