These stones have carried the footsteps of my ancestors. My grandparents – on both sides – spent warm summer days here with their kids.
My parents spent their teens splashing each other on the very same ledge that they later brought us to as toddlers, and kids and teenagers.
This horizon is what we return to when we visit. One of my aunts is in the later stages of dementia. When we go for drives and pull into the beach here at the point she brightens and sometimes stories emerge from deep in her memories.
The houses have changed – some are gone. But this spot – I love that it remains.
The Meadow View 