Thank you for this magnificent piece about your early childhood in the summer at Cape May, NJ.
I can so relate. I was fortunate enough to spend all of my childhood summers in Belmar, NJ starting in 1945, so I can remember so much of what you wrote. Tar on swimsuits, enormous waves after a hurricane, and even watching Psycho at the 8th Ave. movie theater where a show cost $.09 but an umbrella was needed when it rained due to the leaky roof! Thank you for bringing it all back to me in such a vivid and enjoyable way.
Oh, my, this is just gorgeous. The details! I could taste the cucumbers and tomatoes and cotton candy squeezed. I had never heard of flitch before. Psycho with Grandad! Ha! But I’m so curious—what happened after you were seven??
I was a block away from you at Meimie and Popsie’s house. So vivid. I can taste the peaches and tomatoes. Also the white corn. No sunscreen so I had to swim in a white long sleeve cotton man’s shirt. I felt safe and loved. The bunnies everywhere on the lawn. I liked to look
My husband was raised swimming in the Atlantic, and when I asked him what a sea pussy was, he had no idea. Of course I just got porn when I googled it.
Thank you for this magnificent piece about your early childhood in the summer at Cape May, NJ.
I can so relate. I was fortunate enough to spend all of my childhood summers in Belmar, NJ starting in 1945, so I can remember so much of what you wrote. Tar on swimsuits, enormous waves after a hurricane, and even watching Psycho at the 8th Ave. movie theater where a show cost $.09 but an umbrella was needed when it rained due to the leaky roof! Thank you for bringing it all back to me in such a vivid and enjoyable way.
so wonderful and similar!
Oh, my, this is just gorgeous. The details! I could taste the cucumbers and tomatoes and cotton candy squeezed. I had never heard of flitch before. Psycho with Grandad! Ha! But I’m so curious—what happened after you were seven??
That is a whole other story!
I just love this Al and know of your strong affinity for Cape May❤️and your dear grandparents.
I could taste it.
This is so lovely, just so lovely.
OMG, incredible. I hope this is not only for us private readers.
I don't know...
The last two paragraphs
Memories that spark memories that spark memories, allowing us to return, only to return.
Never to sound falsely effusive, but another fave here. Long Beach Island for us--another time with different details, but the same feeling
I got cut off. Thank you Alice for that beautiful piece of writing. It was beautiful and brought me so much joy.
I was a block away from you at Meimie and Popsie’s house. So vivid. I can taste the peaches and tomatoes. Also the white corn. No sunscreen so I had to swim in a white long sleeve cotton man’s shirt. I felt safe and loved. The bunnies everywhere on the lawn. I liked to look
I remember, catty corner to us.
My husband was raised swimming in the Atlantic, and when I asked him what a sea pussy was, he had no idea. Of course I just got porn when I googled it.
Maybe that's a Philly term! A whirlpool in the water that sucks you under.
I have the same question, but thankfully you have warned me away from looking it up! 😊
Amazing! What happens in chapter two? 💕 (more, please!)