Sunday, July 10, 2011

Sunday Memories Encore aka it is too hot to write: How We Spent Our Summer Vacations

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Florence, Atlantic City, 196something


There was no guarantee we'd ever go away. Vacations were for other people. And summer was a stand-off between our need to have something to do during the day and their need to not have to think about it. Everything really worked much better when we were at school, he was at work and she was at the piano. Time stops for no man and neither did the seasons. Summer came. Repeatedly.

I am not sure what started it, how long it lasted and when it ended but Atlantic City became our Riviera for a couple of years. And with the recent purchase of a car needed to get my father to his job out on Long Island, it was accessible.

A giddiness would fill me at the exotic motel we stayed in with an ice machine nearby and a real swimming pool that was small enough paddle across, not like the huge ocean of Pitt Street Pool. The four of us in one room, two beds, no memory of how my sister and I negotiated sudden close space. I just remember all the old boarding houses and cheap motels pushing the boardwalk into the sea and the salt-water taffy stands, magic peelers that made radishes into flowers, and unspoken fear and desire holding me back from swimming to China.

2 comments:

City Of Strangers said...

Hi CO - Nice memories of Atlantic City before Trump built his colossi on the boardwalk. I was there exactly once, years ago, on the way up the Jersey Shore. Outside the casinos it was still poor, rundown - they seem to have brought little to the local economy. The boardwalk was just bizarre. Still, the beach was nice enough, though nowhere near as nice as the rest of the Jersey Shore, which was spectacular.

T.

mybabyjohn/Delores said...

I would imagine that summer in the city was not very pleasant. Heat shimmering off the pavement and sidewalks, reflected back by tall buildings....shudder. How nice that you got a break from it.
I don't remember any vacations when I was a kid except for the week I would spend in Aurora with my grandparents every summer. I loved them but I spent every minute wanting to go home. I think THAT vacation was for my parents lol.