Here's the first from the bulging "Dayton" folder of photos that are on my desk. It's my Mom (Mac, or Florence) and Dad (Val) on a beach, looking like summer personified. I had written "c. 1943" on the back, the year that they were married. I imagine that it's probably Jones Beach, with that beautiful white sand. I really have few memories of my dad at the beach, but Mom took us multiple times each summer, and then always in the Fall to see the mums display there. The cry of "I see it! The water tower!" comes to my mind immediately, and stopping for Carvel on the way home, bathing suits bagged out with sand from being tossed around in the surf. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for a beautiful childhood near the ocean.
I remember, maybe one time when Dad went to the beach with us. I do remember him getting very burned and I got to peel his skin off his arms! What a treat! Maybe that was why he looks so pained in this photo AND so covered up; maybe he burned easily?
ReplyDeleteSo may happy memories of us going to Jones Beach and the pool there. We HAD to wear the god awful bathing caps that did nothing to keep your hair dry. Were they really to keep bugs out of the pool? We stayed in the ocean until our lips turned blue and getting knocked down by a wave was often a thrill.
We were very lucky to have a mom who loved taking us EVERYWHERE!