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"Florida Mango Grovelets" is what our tracts of land are called on the tax rolls and in the record books. What an odd little name! But what an odd little history those properties have had. They were once, long ago, a grove, then a marsh, then the "boondocks", and finally a real town, The Town of Lake Clarke Shores, founded 45 years ago in 1957.

The first people to set their sights on the area, however, go back to the early 1900's.

Pineapples promised big business in South Florida. John Clarke, son of a Palm Beach pioneer, had the money to buy five acres of land just south of the present Hillcrest Cemetery on Parker Avenue. There he planted pineapples and built a packinghouse to prepare the fruit for shipping to northern cities. An agricultural blight and Henry Flagler's railroad destroyed South Florida's pineapple farms. When the railroad extended to Key West, Cuban "pinas" could be loaded and shipped to northern markets more economically.

By 1915, Clarke, like most others, abandoned his crop. Clarke's other businesses, including building the first shaft-driven car in Pennsylvania, kept him from spending the entire season in Palm Beach. But when he was here, his tract of land was a perfect getaway. An avid fisherman, he could escape the pressure of business by catching all the bass and bream he wanted in the lake on the western edge of the land. He named that lake "Lake Clarke", and with no one else around who much cared what it was called, the name simply came to be.

Florida Governor Napoleon Bonaparte Broward would transform Clarke's lake in 1917. Broward thought he could drain the Everglades by cutting a few little canals from Lake Okeechobee to the ocean and he convinced the legislature to pass a comprehensive drainage law. Lake Clarke suffered. When the canal locks were opened a the spillway between Lake Worth and West Palm Beach, the lake's water level dropped eight feet. The 1 to 2-foot wading pool left in most places was soon swallowed up by bushes and weeds. No longer the clear refuge John Clarke had known, the area became a sanctuary for marsh lovers instead: alligators, ducks, dove quail, herons, owls, raccoons, and remained so for almost 30 years.

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