I can count the number of times our family
went to the beach during my childhood on the fingers of two hands.
Right now I am living at a beach house
with my family for a whole week.
I love the smell of ocean air,
the sound of crashing waves along the sandy shore,
the azure sky dotted with cirrus clouds,
the moon expanding every night (waxing gibbous phase),
sunsets over the bay,
delicious meals served up by adult children,
and most of all, little arms and little voices, so loving and innocent.
My grandchildren have visited many beaches.
I get to make up for my beach-deprived childhood
by snuggling with these two every day
here on Long Beach Island.
I like Jenny Joseph’s famous poem
which suggests that the task of an “old woman” like me is to
make up for the “sobriety of my youth.”
“Sobriety” has one thing to recommend it.
It helps you not take a week at the beach for granted.
I loved my youth, AND I love reliving it through the eyes of children and grandchildren, enjoying vacation together.
No cows to milk twice a day!
No office beeping me!
I love this stage of life, partly because it includes all the other stages.
What memories do you have from the beach in childhood? Adulthood? Can you remember all the sensory details from long ago? Does the ocean have a special pull on your imagination?