My brother and I were trying to figure out the other day if we loved Cape Cod because it is what we know as a haven for 30+ years, or if we love Cape Cod because we love the place itself. The thing is, the two cannot be separated. My grandparents started vacationing there in the 60′s along with their Armenian neighbors. It became their escape from life in Brooklyn and eventually their retirement home. My grandfather loved to bird watch and whittled and painted wooden birds of all shapes and sizes. My grandmother spent her days knitting, hooking rugs and cooking all her favorite recipes for her friends and family. My father introduced my mother to their home when they became engaged. She shares stories of how special that introduction was and how in love she was with my dad and her new family. We spent every summer there as children and lived for our days on the water and with our grandparents. They may not be alive now, but their spirits are still in the house and in the trees and in the wind. My baby nephew is now experiencing the Cape as a 4th generation. I hope he grows to love it as much as we do.
Goodbye, summer. Until next year.
Tags: Cape Cod
September 8, 2009 at 5:04 pm |
Beautiful words! Beautiful pictures! You are such a special person!