Oh, how I love beach days or any day that gets me to the water. In summer, though, I prefer beach days. There is nothing like setting your chair in the sand and parking your beach bag next to it. Picking a spot is crucial. Some sun, some shade, not too crowded, with a perfect ocean view. Most importantly, warm sand for digging your toes in…park your butt. You are here. Within minutes, everything slows down. You feel your body letting go, your mind clears, and your breathing slows. It’s the magic of the ocean. There is nothing else quite like it. Recently, we took a few days to go to the beach. Our first trip this summer. Next week, we return to the beach. The last week we were in Belfast, Maine. A coastal town we had never been to. Next week, it will be Provincetown, Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Here’s the thing about the ocean, though: no matter where your chair hits the sand, magic is there. The view might be a little different, but that’s good. The tide could be in or out. Doesn’t matter. For sure, though, you can count on the sand, the sky, the sea, the peace, and room to breathe. Pull up a chair; grab a cup of tea, I have a story to tell you.
The photo above is one of my first memories of our family time at the beach. That is my dad on the left with my younger brother, Bob. The other beach blanket holds me and my brother, Dick, along with my aunt and uncle. I’m assuming my mother was taking the photo. My other brother, Jack had not yet been born. When my father was home on leave from the Army, we would all pack up on a Sunday and go to the beach. I learned to love the warmth of the sun and the feel of the sand at a very young age. It was also a place of joy for me. The beach meant good times. My family was together. We would have packed a lunch and that was always special. In those days on a military budget, we didn’t get very many extra treats so for us, a beach day was like a vacation or holiday. We swam, we played in the sand and we were each other’s best friends. This particular beach was one town over from where we lived and even though we had a beach right at the end of our street in Salem, going across the bridge to Beverly, to this very large beach was special. It was one of those beaches where you could walk the sand bars when the tide was out. I loved those days as a family, they were special and short-lived. Military life is hard and families don’t get much time together so I think early on we made the most of it. This was the beginning of my love affair with the beach. Warm air, salty water, sunshine, and sand. And if you are lucky, the tide might be out and you can spend some time looking for seashells to take home and decorate.
Those early days were the cement for the rest of my life as a beach bum. As often as possible we still travel to the beach. My kids are beach bums also. Both Jenna and Chris live on the ocean, which I love because I get to visit. We are only fifteen minutes in any direction to the beach ourselves. Also, in our little town of Wenham, we have Pleasant Pond, and now that we don’t have the Maine house anymore Jim and I can easily hop over to the pond and play with the swans or just relax and read. Jim likes it there because of the shaded trees. I like it there because it’s close enough that we can just go for an hour if that is all the time we have. So there are many ways to find the sand and sun. So today I want to share some of my favorite beaches here. That way I’ll always have a record of my adult life spent at the beach.
Even in the snow, especially in the snow, the beach is a favorite…The winter light is bright as it reflects off the ocean and on a sunny day it can create a welcome warmth to to your face as you sit for a minute and enjoy the beauty. The reflections are sharp if it is a calm day and the contrast in colors is amazing. Everything feels clean and you can convince yourself all is well with the world when you visit the beach in winter. There is a peacefulness that is hard to describe. One has to feel it.
So there you have it or at least most of it. I have been very fortunate to live all my life less than fifteen minutes from the ocean and for 32 years we had a house on a lake. One time when Chris was a year and a half old we moved to New Hampshire in a small town with no beach access close. I lasted two and a half years and then headed home to Massachusetts and Maine. I’m still here.
There is something else though that we need to keep an eye on and work very hard to fix and control. Global warming. It is real. I can measure it and I know nothing about statistics. I do, however, know what my eyes tell me.
Above is a recent photo of my very first beach. It was down the street, a five-minute walk from my house, in Salem, Massachusetts. Up those steps was a playground that we would go to in the morning and the afternoon was spent at the beach. It was a beautiful, sandy beach, big enough for everyone to enjoy and spread out. My mom worked and my grandmother took care of us kids but she never came to the beach. All the kids in the neighborhood would gather at the beach. No parents, no lifeguards. There were other adults there but we were free to swim and enjoy the sun and play. I would bring my towel, my doll, and my lunch. When I got older I traded the doll for my transistor radio. No headphones in those days. This is also the beach, my brothers, my mom and I would go clamming for our dinner when the tide was out. The point of this is: that my beach is no longer there. You can see the water line at high tide would be inches from the seawall. The seagrass is abundant and the lower steps are cracked. If I had to guess those steps have gotten beaten up by the pounding of the sea as it now fills the entire beach on one side. There is a smaller beach further down but even that will disappear soon if something isn’t done. This was one of the cleanest beaches and it had so much sand to play in when I was young. Even when I moved away in 1968…it was still a beautiful beach. This is what global warming looks like in my hometown. It is sad. We can help though by electing people who believe in global warming and are willing to fight for it. There is no hope for my beach here but maybe we fight to keep the other beaches in New England beautiful so other “littles” can create wonderful memories of their days spent on the beach. They were magical days for me. It was my peaceful escape when my world at home got a bit crazy. It’s up to us and our kids now. Let’s hope they rise to the occasion.
Since I wrote this post I have been to another of my favorite beaches. We just got back from Hilton Head, So. Caroline and this is the beach we walked every morning at sunrise. This beach is the best of the best with its clean ocean water and beautiful sand. Everyday was a bit of mental medicine for us this trip…enjoy the sunrise. I hope it lifts your spirits also.