For the next two weeks I will be busy with family—not the ones I research, but the ones who are still here, eating, breathing, and sleeping. Four generations together.
I will be back by August 1, but in the meantime, I will try and keep up with all the other blogs if I get the chance. It’s hard to find a quiet moment with this crew around!
I hope all of you are having a wonderful summer. Here are some photos of my favorite beach. No ancestors lived here, but since 1962, I have spent at least a few days each summer somewhere on this beach. I’ve walked many times along the beach, finding sea glass and shells and heart-shaped stones; I’ve sat on this beach many, many hours with my family—first, as a child, then as a mother, and now as a grandmother. I’ve spent hot days in the warm bay waters, tossed in the waves. I’ve watched storms come in across the horizon, turn the water a dark green, and bring the waves crashing against the sea wall. I’ve watched the tide go in and go out, twice a day, every day. I’ve walked two dogs up and down this beach. I’ve held my husband’s hand on this beach, my children’s hands, my grandsons’ hands. I may have more happy family memories from times spent here than I have of any other place on earth.
Through the years….(sadly, I seem to have no pictures on the beach itself before my kids were born).
See you in August!