Crane Beach
My Small Town
I spent ages 2-12 living in Rowley, MA - a perfect little town to grow up in. On the way home, we drove through it and stopped for a minute. Here in this picture I am regaling Debbie with stories of my youth. The driveway I am standing in leads to the church my dad preached in, and to the house we lived in. To the left of me is the yard I played in. "Oh those small communities."
A Perfect Ending
The weather on the way home went from perfect to rainy to perfect again. In between perfects we saw the most spectacular rainbow - from end to end. This picture doesn't really do it justice.
Thanks for taking the day off, Deb. We had a lot of fun.
We made our annual trip to Crane Beach in Ipswich, MA. The day started out cloudy and rainy, but when we arrived at the beach the weather turned for the better.
One thing I noticed is that with the kids, we no longer have to bring shovels, buckets, and toys to keep them busy. Caroline and Danny spent most of the day in the water. We also played football, Danny chased seagulls, and Caroline lost a tooth!
Fried Clams At Woodman's
Woodman's is located on the marsh in Essex, MA, just down the road from the beach we went to. They claim to have invented the fried clam. That I remain a little sketptical of, but they sure as hell perfected it. They serve everything fried, in classic white with red striped paper cartons, and their trays are cardboard beer cases. PERFECT! A must do for those who haven't done it.
One thing I noticed is that with the kids, we no longer have to bring shovels, buckets, and toys to keep them busy. Caroline and Danny spent most of the day in the water. We also played football, Danny chased seagulls, and Caroline lost a tooth!
Fried Clams At Woodman's
Woodman's is located on the marsh in Essex, MA, just down the road from the beach we went to. They claim to have invented the fried clam. That I remain a little sketptical of, but they sure as hell perfected it. They serve everything fried, in classic white with red striped paper cartons, and their trays are cardboard beer cases. PERFECT! A must do for those who haven't done it.
My Small Town
I spent ages 2-12 living in Rowley, MA - a perfect little town to grow up in. On the way home, we drove through it and stopped for a minute. Here in this picture I am regaling Debbie with stories of my youth. The driveway I am standing in leads to the church my dad preached in, and to the house we lived in. To the left of me is the yard I played in. "Oh those small communities."
A Perfect Ending
The weather on the way home went from perfect to rainy to perfect again. In between perfects we saw the most spectacular rainbow - from end to end. This picture doesn't really do it justice.
Thanks for taking the day off, Deb. We had a lot of fun.
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