The Ghosts of Summers Past

The Ghosts of Summers Past:

I walked on my beloved beach today. As it was a spectacular beach day of the season they all came out….

My baby girl, fat-cheaked and bare-bottomed toddled drunkenly towards the surf spilling the contents of her water pail.

My young father, with his pants rolled-up waded in and out of the shallow water washing off the seashells and smooth stones he collected.

My friends the mommies and our little girls were there too! Three little gap-toothed angels sitting on the edge of their towels spitting out watermelon seeds.

My cousin Sally waited for me in the yellow rubber dinghy- boat. I did not go aboard though as I knew we would only get into that childhood argument about who had the longest hair and she would win, and I did not wish for her to win.

My young mom also appeared, with her beautiful short- cropped hair despite the fashion of the time. She was spread out on her beach blanket moviestar – like idly turning the pages of a magazine.

My 15-year-old self could not resist coming out, sitting by the bonfire and hoping Brian Brown would just walk right up to me and kiss me!

MY TALL DARK AND HANDSOME WAS WALKING ALONG THE SHORE, OUR SWEET GIRL SITTING ON HIS SHOULDERS, HER SPARKLY PINK POLISHED BABY TOENAILS POKING OUT OF ” LITTLE MERMAID SANDALS” DANGLING AT THE END OF GOLDEN SUN TANNED LEGS.

My little niece Meghan splashed in the mud, blonde curls peeking out from under her sun hat.

All my cousins popped by, setting up a tent where later we would all spend the night trying to top each other’s ghost stories.

They all came out today, and it was so great to see them all!

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7 thoughts on “The Ghosts of Summers Past

  1. Felt as if I was sitting on the warm beach enjoying the people basting in the sun, playing on the shore line and happy to be a part of it all! thank you for sharing!

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