My Family Went off to the Beach and Left Me at Home
In the early 1950s, my family often went to Massachusetts’ Duxbury Beach. I’m not sure how long that trip took back then; you could get there from Sharon in less than an hour now, but the roads weren’t the same then, so I suspect it was an hour or more. That didn’t bother us; we’d be gone for the whole day and would eat on the beach, digging a coal pit in the sand for corn on the cob and clams, all packed with seaweed. I imagine you’d get a ticket and a court appearance for that today.