Memories make me want to go back and do it all over again...
Though, I'd like to do so with my knowledge now...or know then what I know now,,,
The boardwalk made of real boards,
The movie theatre on a pier over the ocean,
The sound of the waves crashing against the pilings,
The smell of the ocean at high tide,
Looking out my bedroom window and seeing the ocean,
Yep, Mom, the ocean is still there…
The sounds of summer, the merry go round just next door,
The bumper cars, train, and kiddie ferris wheel just off our porch,
The smells of burgers, hot dogs, pogo dogs & fries from Ludwigs,
The taste of a milkshake, free, from Ludwigs amusement park,
The raft beach seen from our living room windows at 44th street,
All this and so much more was really, as a young kid, like I was, so neat…
Jumping in the ocean, cold as it was,
Running up to the hot soft sand and getting coated in it,
Swimming the best beach in town, the 43rd street beach,
But rafting on the 45th st beach,
Shoobies asking to be taught how to ride waves,
Making lots of new summertime friends…
Great write Ed
you share your past imagery well
for me it was just like that when visiting Coney Island
but the beach wasn't that inviting cause once in a while a "Coney Island White" or a turd was for sure to float pass you.....
Peace be with you.....
Good Old New York Harbor
Loved the beach poem. Just today I was thinking about the BMT train line that took us to Coney Island. There we had REAL fries and a foot long. Then under the boardwalk folks would sing and lovers would do their thing. Man, I loved it and there is nothing quite like it. Thanks Ed!
"a lily white butt, that mom used to show off to aunts"
A childhood memory that I'd love to forget - Ma just couldn't get rid of your nasty diaper rash, and she would pull your pants down everywhere, asking everyone including relatives what she could use on it!!
You get very poetic writing memories like these. That was the life of dreams for land bound kids like I was… Only got to the beach when I was an adult. You are lucky you don't have melanoma to add to your list of ailments.
Ron
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Reviewed on August 13, 2014
I can imagine the fun you had, ED and I believe we all would like to go back knowing what we know now. I spent time at the Indiana Dunes,
going every Sunday.
Although I was born and raised on the "North Shore" of America, I remember times like this, especially jumping into the cold water and then running to the hot sand and rolling around in it. Great memories!
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you share your past imagery well
for me it was just like that when visiting Coney Island
but the beach wasn't that inviting cause once in a while a "Coney Island White" or a turd was for sure to float pass you.....
Peace be with you.....
Good Old New York Harbor
William
A childhood memory that I'd love to forget - Ma just couldn't get rid of your nasty diaper rash, and she would pull your pants down everywhere, asking everyone including relatives what she could use on it!!
Sandie
About those downed pants...as long as they were not laughing mom did you a favor.
Ron
going every Sunday.
Always,
Deborah
Love ya,
Jane