musings on the ordinary from a retired drama professor
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Day 95: Umbrellas at the beach
My childhood in Richmond,VA includes fond memories of summer time at "the beach." This meant Virginia Beach and the salty Atlantic. Riding the waves was the big fun. coming back here for this family reunion has been taking a ride down memory lane. Many of the landmarks have changed but the smell and texture of the ocean remains to bring back stories. I remember when my mother, who was pregnant with my sister Kathleen, asked me to dig a hole in the sand. She wanted to put her beach towel down on the sand and needed a place for her extended belly to rest in the sand. I dug a fine hole. We put her towel down and Mother lay down to sun her back. Life was good. Life still is good.