The place I was most looking forward to visiting in Boston was the Public Garden and the statue honoring Robert McCloskey's famous "Make Way For Ducklings". I am certain I have read that book to my children hundreds of times.
The story has been a favorite of mine since childhood. Not only did my parents read it to me, but with fondness I remember following along as I listened on our record player. The narrator knew just how to pronounce all the ducklings names: Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Oack, Pack, and Quack.
I was so excited to see that there really are swan boats in the Public Garden. . .
I was so excited to see that there really are swan boats in the Public Garden. . .
and ducklings . . .
and mama ducks doing their thing.
The sign reads, "Mallard Duck Nest--Please Do Not Disturb."
I was happy to find the "little island" where "when night falls [the ducks] swim to . . . and go to sleep."
I think, perhaps, it is a rare occasion when a fantasy of childhood and the reality of adulthood greet each other in such a peaceful and satisfying way.







