So, before I get to storms and fears, I’m going to have to
be a little maudlin. While
going through my photo albums, I came across so many memories of the time we
lived in Galveston, I decided to share some of them and then move on.
The sea air has a
different feel there, a more relaxing quality, so sitting on the porch was
almost a balm to the soul.
Swimming in the canal
in front of the house. We all did that,
swim in the canal.
Feeding the seagulls
was an interesting pass time. Plus, a
perfect way to get rid of kitchen scraps (no compost pile in Galveston!).
Running along the
beach. To the water and from, being
chased by the waves.
Playing in the surf. And just what could be better than splashing
water into the face of the person close-by.
Boogying on the
Boogie Board And we did float out to
the second sandbar and speculate on the ways of the world.
Fishing
Well, really mostly
feeding the fish. When they all were
young, they were thrilled to catch a croaker (which got thrown back) thought
not much else came of it other than “fish tales”. “The
flounder that slipped off the hook, was THHHHIIIISSS BBBIIIIGGGG!”
What can be better
than a castle on the beach.
Sigh
Take care
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