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In a message dated 00-05-21 04:04:22 EDT, you write:
<< Years ago when I was about 12 years old, and an eager young shell maniac, I
read a novel about a man who was the sole survivor of a shipwreck >>
Hello Barbara and list,
This reminds me of how I became enchanted with the mystery and marvel of
seashells - when I was nine years old I read the novel "The Lion's Paw" by
Robb White. I was immediately hooked, and one summer we packed up the old
Chevy and headed across the Everglades on old US41 to the elusive Sanibel
Island. This was pre-condo days, and we stayed near the Lighthouse at a great
little mom-and-pop motel called "Fuchs"(I remember because I was embarassed
by the name!) I didn't find a Lion's Paw then, but I did find my first "real"
shells. We also stopped along the way and I bought a few more. That was
back in 1963, and I still have those shells with me today.
My favorite shells? The ones I found back then, and the "miracle" Lion's Paw
that found me this past winter.
JoJo
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