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Sunday, May 25, 2008

Memories

Memorial Day weekend always meant two things: going to watch the parade in East Greenwich, Rhode Island and buying then planting our tomatoes. Both activities were with my Dad. I’m sure it can’t be true, but my memory claims the days were always sunny, breezy and warm. Those two rituals signaled that summer was just around the corner. School would be letting out soon. Sand Hill Cove and its fine gray, glittery sand and gentle waves would be warming up and waiting for us.

The first cookout of the year would have already happened on my birthday, a week earlier. Rain or shine Dad would get the grill out and Mom would work her magic in the kitchen. It might be so inclement that Dad would cook just inside the garage door and we’d eat on the breezeway with the storm windows still in place. But it was the kickoff to the season. A season of endless yard work for my Dad, endless preparation for entertaining for my Mom, lawn darts, sprinklers and cookouts on the weekends and as many trips to the beach as we could manage. A season of window fans, sunburns, piles of books, sparklers on the fourth of July and four o’clocks blooming against the white clapboards in the backyard.

I know it wasn’t perfect, but it really was.

5 comments:

Sue said...

Sounds pretty similar to the long, lazy summer days I remember of my "growing up" days (NOTE: Not my youth, I'm still young. At least I like to believe it!). Heck, I wish we were having spring, instead of autumn. Although I love the colours of autumn, there's nothing to beat the new life and promises of spring. Enjoy it!

Sue xxx

dancingmorganmouse said...

Sounds just lovely to me. Tell me, do you do "clam bakes"?

Pink Granite said...

Hi Sue -
It's O.K. We don't have to be (or feel) old to have happy memories! I like spring, but autumn is my favorite.
;o)
- Lee

Hi DMM -
Thanks!
Hard to believe, but I have never done or even been to the classic dig a hole in the sand style clambake. Growing up we would occasionally buy clambakes in a big tin. Those would be put on the grill or on the stove.

But we usually chose to steam clams and lobsters and serve them with melted butter. We tended to have it with corn on the cob and potato salad on the side. So other than the seaweed as part of the steaming and the chorizo sausage, it was a sort of unassembled clambake! If Mom was really pulling out the stops, she would make a quahog or clam chowder as well.
;o)
- Lee

dancingmorganmouse said...

oh YUM (Clams, another ugly but good thing yes?)

Pink Granite said...

YES!