Sparrow Lake - 1968 Author:Carol Beach York In the winter, Sparrow Lake was like a Christmas card picture, with snow-covered rooftops and trees, skaters on the ice, and the dark line of the woods rising beyond the Lake Road. — My room faced the lake, and from my windows at night I could see the Lodge lights and all the black, tall forms of trees and closed-for-the-winter houses. — How many ... more »times I sat by my windows and looked out, watching snow fall, thinking about Johnny Hunter. How many times...I cannot hope to count them all.« less