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 Wednesday, August 20, 2003
started 8/20/2003; 8:17:35 AM - last post 8/20/2003; 11:52:25 AM
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Doc Searls - Wednesday, August 20, 2003 
8/20/2003; 12:17:35 PM (reads: 9606, responses: 3)
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Summer 
| | Except for school, I had a happy childhood. That means my summers were idylls. |
| | In the summer of 1949, a couple months after my sister was born and while I was turning two, my parents bought an acre and a half of land near Cedarwood Park on the edge of the pine barrens in South Jersey (near The Shore, pronounced Da Shaw), bought a small wooden building, towed it to a clearing on a flat-bed truck, sat it on a shallow foundation, built a kitchen out of cast-off boards and windows, erected an ourdoor privy over a pit, pounded a pipe into the ground for well water, screwed a hand-pump on the top of the pipe, furnished the place with garage sale items, hung a pair of Navy surplus canvas hammocks between scrub oak trees, and called our new summer home "The Wanigan," which they said was "Eskimo" for "house that moves." (Apparently the derivation is Ojibwa, but so what.) |
| | It was paradise. Grandma and Aunt Ethel had a place nearby. So did my great aunt Florence and Uncle Jack. Aunt Grace, Uncle Arch and my cousins Ron, George and Sue all lived in Marlboro, not too far away. They'd bunk in Grandma's garage. Other friends and relatives summered nearby, or would come visiting from near and far, sometimes staying for weeks. Over the next thirteen years the Wanigan got an additional room and indoor plumbing, but was otherwise blissfully unimproved. We never had a TV. For years our only phone ran on DC batteries and connected only to Grandma's house. |
| | We went to Mantoloking Beach almost every day. For a change we swam the beaches and lagoons of Kettle Creek (we had a little land with a dock on Cherry Quay Cove) or the Metedeconk River on Barnegat Bay. We fished and crabbed in small boats. On the way home we stopped at roadside farm stands, bought tomatoes and corn, and enjoyed perfect suppers. We rode our bikes through the woods to the little general store about a mile away, bought comic books and came home to read them on our bunk beds. We grazed on blueberries, three varieties of which comprised the entire forest floor. We built platforms in the oak trees, collected pine cones and played hide-and-seek in the woods. Bedtime came when the whip-poor-wills started calling. We fell asleep to a cacaphony of tree frogs and crickets. |
| | The picture above was shot in the summer of 1953, when I was turning six (that's me with the beer in the front row), behind "Bayberry," the house Grandma Searls shared with her daughter, our Aunt Ethel. That's Grandma at the top left. Aunt Ethel is in the next row down next to Mom. Behind both are Aunt Grace Apgar and my great Aunt Florence Dwyer (Grandma's sister). Then Aunt Catherine Burns, cousin Sue Apgar, Mary Ellen Wigglesworth (a neighbor visiting from back in Maywood, our home town), then Uncle Arch Apgar. In front of Arch is George Apgar. Pop (Allen H. Searls) is in the middle. In the front row are my sister Jan Searls, Kevin Burns, myself, Uncle Donald Burns and Martin Burns (who today remembers being scratched by that cat). |
| | Grandma lived to 107. Aunt Florence made it to her 90s too, as I recall. Aunt Grace is now 91 and in great health. (Here we are at Mom's 90th birthday party last April.) Aunt Katherine is still with us too, as is everybody from my generation (now all in their 50s and 60s). |
| | I'm waxing nostalgic as I plan a return visit this weekend to North Carolina, probably for the last time in Mom's life. |
| | I'm also remembering what late August was like back then, as we prepared to end another perfect summer. It was wanting paradise never to end — and knowing, surely, that it would. |
Looking for some AT&T to throw in the harbor
| | I can't even count the calls I've had from AT&T in the last two days. At least five. Maybe more. |
| | What the #%&*$ is going on with those people? Are they carpet-phoning the whole damn country? |
| | Is there anybody who wants phone solicitations? Can't these @#$%&s get a damn clue? Sheesh. |
| | Now back to our irregular unscheduled program... |
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Jeff Evans - Re: Wednesday, August 20, 2003
8/20/2003; 2:49:02 PM (reads: 667, responses: 2)
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small world bossman
I grew up spending summers at our shore house in Mantoloking on South Lagoon Lane -- sailing on the Barnegate Bay and the Metedeconk, tennis and the beach everyday, first girlfriends and cheap Ripple wine bootlegged to us by the college kids.
It was the best.
I'm headed there next week for a quick visit with my Mom and Dad and 2 sisters -- they've had the same house there since 1960 when we first started going.
je
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Doc Searls - Re: Wednesday, August 20, 2003
8/20/2003; 3:46:30 PM (reads: 744, responses: 0)
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Mom and I drove down there last summer to check out the old scene. Back when we went there, about the only houses were the big ones on the beach, now hidden mostly behind hedges and small trees. Mantoloking was the beach for Brick Township, where the Wanigan was (on Route 549).
I just cringed and looked at an aerial phtograph on Mapquest, and our old paradise has mostly been paved. Grandma and Aunt Florence's houses, our dogs' graves, and acres of blueberry forest are now a parking lot for what appears to be a strip mall. The Wanigan was replaced by a savings bank in the mid 60s. I saw it once not long after that and never went back.
Nice to see the Point Pleasant Boardwalk is still operating, though. And that Asbury Park is finally being rebuilt.
Have fun going back. I've heard the ocean has been cold this summer. But the beer will be cold too. Raise one and chow down some subs and steamers for me.
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Doc Searls - Re: Wednesday, August 20, 2003
8/20/2003; 3:52:25 PM (reads: 802, responses: 0)
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Mom and I drove down there last summer to check out the old scene. Back when we lived there, about the only houses were the big ones on the beach, now hidden mostly behind hedges and small trees. Mantoloking was the beach for Brick Township, where the Wanigan was (on Route 549).
I just cringed and looked at an aerial phtograph on Mapquest, and our old paradise has mostly been paved. Grandma and Aunt Florence's houses, our dogs' graves, and acres of blueberry forest are now a parking lot for what appears to be a strip mall. The Wanigan was replaced by a savings bank in the mid 60s. I saw it once not long after that and never went back.
Nice to see the Point Pleasant Boardwalk is still operating, though. And that Asbury Park is finally being rebuilt.
Have fun going back. I've heard the ocean has been cold this summer. But the beer will be cold too. Raise one and chow down some subs and steamers for me.
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