7/22/2019
July 22-Stories of the Heart-C.H.Admirand
A Spring Lake Summer by C.H. Admirand
My grandparents had a summer house in Spring Lake and we’d go down for a week at a time with one exception—the summer of ‘65—when we spent the whole summer in Spring Lake! I had three favorite spots in that wonderful old three story white stucco house with the dark green shutters at 216 Monmouth Avenue. The first was the wraparound porch—with white wicker furniture and floor to ceiling French doors always open to catch the breeze from the ocean and with it a haunting scent from my childhood.
The second was the back-staircase from the second floor down to the kitchen—and the pantry where Grandma always had a bag of potato chips stashed between her teacups and saucers. My big brother and I used to sneak down the stairs (quiet as mice) and snitch some chips.
And the third was my Aunt MaryLou’s bedroom—on the third floor at the end of the hallway by the back of the house. Grandma let her paint her furniture powder blue! I thought that was the coolest thing. Mary Lou let me use her record player. Every time I hear the Beach Boys singing their version of Hushabye and the Surfaris singing Image of a Girl I’m transported back in time to that summer.
Music was a huge part of my childhood and I remember chunks of my life by the songs. That summer, my two faves on the radio were: Save Your Heart for Me by Gary Lewis and the Playboys and Mrs. Brown by the Herman’s Hermits. We’d hear them when we went to Peterson’s for homemade ice cream, The Ritz when we went to see The Sound of Music, or to the Sound End where we would swim in the huge salt water pool. Climbing the stairs to the pavilion with our parents and grandparents, we could hold their hands and stand by the railing and see for miles in any direction. My favorite was always the ocean.
In my mind there’s never been another summer vacation that topped the Summer of ’65. Time, progress and the weather changed the landscape in Spring Lake. But in my heart and mind when I’m overwhelmed and need to escape, I close my eyes and take a trip back to that slice of childhood happiness where my parents and grandparents were both still alive and the hugs were plentiful.
C.H. Admirand lives in the wilds of northern NJ surrounded by men! One darling husband of 40 years, two grown sons, two male rescue dogs—and a few days a week has the pleasure of watching their two amazing grandsons for their daughter and son-in-law.
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Published internationally in print, eBook, and Audio, bestselling author Amanda McIntyre finds inspiration from the American Heartland that she calls home. Best known for her Kinnison Legacy cowboys and Last Hope Ranch series, her passion is writing emotional, character-driven contemporary western and historical romance. Amanda truly believes that no matter what, love will always find a way.
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OMGoodness...I can't believe I found a major typo that I'm only just now seeing! Sorry Amanda, I proofed it, but well, I still missed it. It's supposed to be the South End (not Sound *sigh*) that's where the huge salt water pool was. Note to self proof...then proof a 2nd and 3rd time.
ReplyDeleteWow my kids both say that they got their love of music from me as I always took them to concerts. I always had the radio on and would sing and now they love music also so I am glad that they had that memory. I also did things with them that I always dreamed of in the foster home such as going to the beach and taking them to the movies and being a family. We lived in the same house when my son was 1 and my daughter was 5 and they had their own room,. Going to the room the hall was slooped and so that was the joke of the house. We wondered why that the original owner never got the house level but I guess with all the earthquakes that is what happened as the house sat on one of the faults in San Mateo. Another memory my kids and i have is that my daughter and i were watching my son put skates on for the first time and he went right into one of the 20 rose bushes and the way he went in it looked like pin the tail on him,. Well I laughed so hard and my daughter couldn't stop laughing we forgot he was hanging in the rose bush. there are many memories like that I am glad that they have,. Peggy Clayton ptclayton2@aol.com
ReplyDeleteHi Peggy! That's wonderful that your kids say the got their love for music from you. My Dad loved to sing and shared his love of music with us growing up. How wonderful that you were able to do the things you dreamed of while you were in the foster home. It sounds like you made sure they had a wonderful time and you made beautiful memories with your family, going to the beach and taking them to the movies, etc. I can't imagine living near one of the fault lines in California. Wow...a sloped hallway...that makes your house more interesting ;) We have rooms that aren't quite square, makes it harder to do any projects, but we've learned to adjust the measurements and whatever the starting point is...is square ;) I love your story of your son skating into the rose bushes. Laughter is the best medicine, isn't it? Thanks for stopping by!
DeleteI popped onto FB and there was a post about you guesting here so I absolutely had to drop in and say hello. I loved reading your special vacation back in '65. What an incredible house. I loved all your descriptions of it and in my mind followed your footsteps. I grew up with music and have wonderful childhood memories on the farm. One of my favorites is when Mom's two cousins would come visiting and there'd be music and dancing and singing. The throw rugs would be stashed away and the table and chairs moved back, then one cousin would get out his accordion and play while his brother danced the tango with my mom and oh how beautifully they danced. All three of them could sing beautifully. Thank you for sharing your memory and reminding me of my musical memories. So glad we have "connected" today, Christine.
ReplyDeleteOops, my apology. I meant Colleen, not Christine.
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