At Least A Thousand Words or More

The story of our "get-a-way from the beach, to go down the road a ways to another beach" vacation, is worth at least a thousand words.  Actually, the beginning, middle and especially the end of the vacation each deserve their own post, and so they shall have it.

 But for now, I agree, these pictures are worth at least a few thousand words. 

Going On An Hour Away "Vacation"

We rented a house at the shore for a week.  Ross likes to point out, as often as he can, to anyone who cares to listen, “We live at the beach and we’re going on vacation to the beach, do you believe that?”
My response to that is that we don’t actually live at the beach.  We live near the beach.
Back to the shore house we are renting.  It is in Ocean City NJ.
The difference between where we live which (as Ross also likes to point out) is only 10 minutes from the bay beach and 20 minutes to the ocean, and where we are going to be vacationing is that when we climb to the roof top deck of the house we are renting, we can actually see the ocean.  I’m pretty sure we would not catch a whiff or a glimpse of the ocean from our home roof top deck.  Well, okay we don’t actually have a deck on our roof, but if we did... still no ocean view.
And, even though our community is considered a resort community, with two swimming pools, a club house, and a "life style”,  we are not really “down the shore”. (click on the link to find the urban definition of that phrase).

 Kohr’s Frozen Custard,

Ocean City has a boardwalk, a real typical Jersey Shore boardwalk.  Amusement rides, "win a Big Teddy here" games of chance.

Johnson’s Carmel Pop-Corn

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Manco and Manco's 
The best Pizza 

                                                             

In my opinion the irony here is not that we are leaving one shore community for another (which, by the way, Ocean City is only an hour away).  The irony here is that Ross and I are going on “vacation” next week.  Vacation means not having to get up in the morning, 5 or 6 days a week, to go to work.                                        

 Being on vacation means going out for a leisurely late breakfast every day, if that’s what one chooses to do, or  taking in movie on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, any rainy Tuesday afternoon, if that’s what one chooses to do.  Vacation means sitting on the front porch with a Kindle on a cool autumn afternoon.  When one is on vacation, one can stay in her pajamas all day if she chooses.  The best part of being on vacation is choosing to have dessert before dinner.
Wait a minute, that is what Ross and I have been doing for the past 10 years.
 I guess then, we can’t really call next week a vacation, now can we?
So, since I am sure I will be observing the unsuspecting,  taking pictures with my spy cam(era), and then writing about it, perhaps I should call it  "Lynda Grace An Hour Away”.

On a personal note (yes, I am being purposefully cryptic) I will definitely be trying to stay positive, (a tall order for me) stay in the moment, and leave my worry beads at home.

I have created a page for Anna's Diary.  It can be found under the Tab titled Anna's Diary.

I have posted all of the entries to date there, starting with January 1, 1929.

Here are the entries from Anna's diary from the past several days:
Sunday, August 18, 1929
Home all day.  Peg here overnight.  Left for 360 about 7:30.  Left Junior there and went to the Wake with Mother.  Stayed all night unit 7:30 in morning.  Grandpa there also.  Left him there.
Missing Days - August 19 & 20. 
[As I go through the diary, I notice that there are notations and certain passages underlined in pencil.  Before the diary was put in the estate auction, I believe a current family member went through the diary, made notes and removed pages].
Wednesday, August 21, 1929
Stayed in bed all day.  Feel very weak and tired.  Have been thinking over what the Doctor told me about my thyroid trouble.  I wonder how it will all come out.  Grandpa seemed worried.
Thursday, August 22, 1929
Still in bed resting.  Feel a little stronger today.  Back aches still.  Expect to get up for a while tomorrow.  Restless in bed.   No one to talk to but Baby and Rosalie.  Day long.
Friday, August 23, 1929
Charlotte to clean a little.  Still feel weak.  Jewel sent black evening gown from Bambs [department store] for me to wear at her Banquet.  Chiffon with long tail in back and a lace wrap with a ruffle - rhinestones.   [someone wrote WOW in pencil under this entry].
Sat. August 24, 1929
Still in bed.  Mother came over to spend afternoon.  Corinne and Ted came over.  They all had supper here.  Read a book.

Stealth and Shadows

Yesterday, August 16, 2012, would have been Joe and Anne's 4th wedding anniversary.  It was a tough and very emotional day for me as I thought about what could have and should have been for them.
Anne reflects on that day in the beautiful post she wrote here.
On days like yesterday I need to escape out of the confines of inside walls.  On days like yesterday I need to be quiet.    On days like yesterday I need to be invisible.
In order to try to calm the loud constant chatter in my brain, I grabbed my Canon and headed for the water.
My Canon has taught me to pay attention to what is around me and I have learned that there are always, always, interesting things to see and perfect moments to capture.
The first sight I saw as I crossed over the bridge and onto the island, was a tent city.  The  arrow on the "Big Flea Market Today" sign directed me to turn right, "HERE".
The market was set up in the public boat launch parking lot next to the bay.
I took the boardwalk path away from the market and settled onto the first bench at the water's edge. The day was spectacular.  The sky was blue and cloudless.  The water was gentle yet moving.  Off in the distance, coming from the direction of the flea market, I could hear the faint sounds of the Beach Boys singing about "Surf City*, here we come." (These pictures were taken in Ship Bottom on Long Beach Island New Jersey.  Surf City just happens to be the next town over.)
Lucky me, I got a front row seat for the non stop entertainment which I knew was soon to begin.

                                                                   

First up, came the obligatory dog walkers.

"Stay on the grass", she told them. 

He said "Good afternoon" to me. As it was only 9:00 a.m.,  I replied with a good morning.  He muttered something about never knowing what time it is around here when you are on vacation.

I love the umbrella hat.

As I took in the view from my bench, I spotted what very well may be Emerald City way, way across the bay.  

These guys had to be seasoned and experienced. It looked like that cooler was well stocked with chicken backs and/or  beer. Apparently they came well prepared to spend a couple of hours tossing their cages over the rail as they joined the others on the crabbing pier. 

My attention was drawn to my left as I heard loud chirping sounds.  

 I wondered what the topic of the day was.   It appeared that most were right wingers.

The show continued out on the water, at times silently gliding by and at other times with attention grabbing speed. 

As I looked out across the bay, the colorful towels and the bright yellow kayak grabbed my attention and I zoomed in for a closer look. 

This little hut stimulated my imagination.  I do believe that pink chair is waiting just for me.  And check out the stairs. Why wherever do they lead?   

The sign clearly says No Swimming or Diving. What about Netting Fishing?

I became more and more interested in the sites and sounds around me as I calmly stayed focused and in the moment.   

Bush Birds

Butterfly Incognito

Peppermint Pretty

Sea Creature One

Sea Creature Two

When I am out and about with my camera, taking pictures of unsuspecting victims, I somehow fool myself into thinking that I am stealthily snapping away unnoticed by those passing by. 

Just a shadow on a bench

I took his picture because I wondered what he was looking at.

As he walked by, I pointed the camera as if I was taking a photo of something in the distance.

Guess I wasn't so sneaky after all!

I spent over an hour watching, listening and just breathing it all in.  As I stood up and turned to pick up my tea mug, I noticed the inscription on the bronze plaque which was attached to the back of the bench. 

 How appropriate and meaningful that this would be the bench I chose to sit on this day. 

I have created a page for Anna's Diary.  It can be found under the Tab titled Anna's Diary.

I have posted all of the entries to date there, starting with January 1, 1929.

Here are the past days from Anna's diary:

Monday August 12, 1929

Home all morning.  Went to see Louise after lunch with Junior.  Then went to see Grace and Baby Marion.  Home for supper.  Flo, Peg, Jean and I to Rialto.[movie theater]  Rose here.

Tues. August 13, 1929

Helen Carr phoned about riding to her sister's country home in Chester tomorrow.  Went down town. Met Jewel and Edythe.  E. is to go see Mr. Lowrne tonight with Clarence.

Wed. August 14, 1929

Left at ten to go pick Helen Carr.  Lovely trip.  Baby with us.  Went to Hackettstown first for lunch, then Flo drove with us to Chester.  Left H there and rode back with Flo.

Thurs. August 15, 1929

Stayed with Flo all night.  Baby is having a lovely day with little Josephine.  Jen is sick in bed.  Left late in afternoon to come home.  Found a letter from Elsie.

Friday August 16, 1929

Bill is at Plattsburg Training Camp for month of August.  We miss the kid at home but all get lovely letters from him.  Phoned Mary.  Cousin Joe L. passed away today.

Sat. August 17, 1929

Went to see Joe.  Broke down with Angie.  They take his passing away very hard.  So young.  Only thirty.  Saw Grandpa there.  Stayed until four in afternoon.  Jean bought Peach transparent velvet gown.