Another reason to paddle a canoe...

[JPTolson]

Not only are they 'kayak rescue vessels,' but this article shows that they serve a much loftier purpose....enjoy...

And as an owner of an Old Town, I love the line about a 'hot time in the Old Town tonight.'

[jimbo]

Great article, I may switch back!

[BOBK]

The lyrics to the song "Paddlin' Madelin Home" seem to confirm the romantic implications of the article. John Paul, if you're unfamiliar with the song do yourself a favour and look up the lyrics.

[debra witowski]

That explains the canoes in old post cards of Rock Point at the turn of the century, I didn't think those ladies in big hats went down the rapids.

[JPTolson]

Originally Posted by BOBK

The lyrics to the song "Paddlin' Madelin Home" seem to confirm the romantic implications of the article. John Paul, if you're unfamiliar with the song do yourself a favour and look up the lyrics.

Thanks for the tip, Bob. Here are the lyrics. Maybe we can start a TCT chorus and sing it on our trips! And here's a modern-day rendition of the melody.

Lyrics to Paddlin' Madelin' Home
by Harry M. Woods
transcribed from the urtext by Jeffrey Sward

Verse I

I love a girl named Madelin'
I know she loves me too
For ev'ry night the moon is bright
She rides in my canoe
At midnight on the river
I heard her father call
But she don't care and I don't care
If we get back at all:

Verse II

The moon comes up at six o'clock
And I come up at eight
She's always waitin' for my call
And meets me at the gate
I've petted in the parlor
And hugged her in the hall
But when she's out in my canoe
I love her best of all:

Chorus I

'Cause when I'm paddlin' Madelin' home,
Gee! when I'm paddlin' Madelin' home,
First I drift with the tide, then pull for the shore.
I hug her and kiss her and paddle some more,
Then I keep paddlin' Madelin' home,
Until I find a spot where we're alone.
Oh! She never says "no," so I kiss her and go
Paddlin' Madelin', sweet, sweet Madelin',
Paddlin' Madelin' home

Chorus II

'Cause when I'm paddlin' Madelin' home,
Gee! when I'm paddlin' Madelin' home,
First I kiss her a while, and when I get through,
I paddle for one mile and drift back for two,
Then I keep paddlin' Madelin' home,
Until I find a spot where we're alone.
Oh! If she'd only say, "Throw your paddles away"
Paddlin' Madelin', sweet, sweet Madelin',
Paddlin' Madelin' home.

Harry M Woods
Copyright 1925, Renewed 1952, Shapiro, Bernstein, & Co. Inc.