I can only remember one time when I went to my grandparent’s ramshackle cabin on the beach near Florence, Oregon. I might have been there more, but would have been too little to remember. For the older cousin and their then young parents as well as my parents, Grandpa Milo and Grandma Sarah it was a magical place. I know it was not spectacularly beautiful nor situated on the best location on the indescribably beautiful Oregon coast, but I do know that it played a huge role as a family gathering place for my grandparents and the families of all ten of their children.
The cabin was sold decades ago, but it is a frequent topic of conversation whenever the cousin’s get together. We younger cousins are a little bit envious of the memories of the older cousins, but revel in the obvious joy of their memories. My cousin Merle and his wife Carolyn and daughter Trisha were out there a few days ago. Trisha texted me this poignant image of Merle on the beach contemplating it all.
I always heard about the cabin at the beach, but never even knew what town it was near, let alone got to visit. Great pic of cousin Merle. Glad they found a little beach time without rain. The sun has been hard to find on the coast so far this year.
You are about the same as me, Christi. I am kind of envious that I am not one of the ones who went there as a matter of course. I was amazed when we went. We went on dune buggy rides and walked on the beach. It was magical. More because of the joy of the grown-ups than as anything else.