LifePath Entry
Life at the Coast
February 1, 2008
Summers were spent at our beach house with my dad and brothers & sisters. My mother worked in the city and came down on the weekends. My dad was an avid reader and we spent most of our days on the sand dunes and playing in the ocean and hunting around the rock formations for periwinkles, clams or crabs. My dad was an excellent clammer and I can remember early mornings at 5am going down to the beach below our house, looking for supper fixings. To this day I have fond memories of clam chowder, which my mom use to cook over a wood burning stove.
