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A view of low tide at dusk, off the Cottage deck.
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Chapter 3:
Second week in Maine, all the family is here
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Another low-tide shot.
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Not many pictures 30 & 31 July:
the two above are from the thirty-first, Sunday. That was
the day that everybody arrived from Rhode Island, and
so there would be more opportunities to take pictures.
Like the snap below of Mason rowing the boat with the three
girls in, which I took Monday. The pictures to either side
I took on the second of August, at low tide of course,
which I find much more interesting than high.
Wednesday, 3 August: Mark’s birthday,
and we planned a family dinner in the Little House. But it started
out as usual with a walk along the beach, as you see to the right.
What with Cindy’s devotion to seafood, we had been eating almost
nothing but Lobster, and Fish, Fish, Fish. So Mark’s request for
his birthday banquet was Meat Loaf. I have my own recipe, the
descendant of one my mother sent me when I first started
cooking
in my Boston apartment, the one with a continually
varying cast of roommates. I bought
an immense quantity of chopped beef, and we decided on what the
fixings and accompaniments should be. The
results you see in the lower two pictures to the left. The others
show folks in the minutes before we all sat down.
Not so many pictures the next day, 5 August, but
I did try getting some shots to show how the New Little House and the Cottage
sit on the road facing each other. but in the afternoon, I got some that did
the trick fairly well, including the one below. You see the New House at
the extreme right, and the Cottage at the extreme left.
Much earlier in the day, in the morning, Mark and I went out for a walk
on the beach. I didn’t have my camera with me, but I did have my trusty
cell-phone at my side, and I took a few pictures of the dark and lowering
sky. You’d never have predicted then how nice it would get by
afternoon. The pictures are to the right.
Cindy evidently decided it was time for a lobster dinner. As usual,
the grandparents are at one end of the long table, Mike and Mark
and I at the other end.
Thinking back to those days, it seems to me amazing how very much
excellent weather we had the whole time. There were cloudy days, and
as I recall now, a little rain, but I think back to the summer I
spent in Brunswick in the Sixties that had rain every single day,
when it seemed as if the whole world would never dry out. That’s
not at all what it was like these two weeks.
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It was a lovely evening when Mark and I went across the street to
the Cottage to turn in for the night.
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The next day, Saturday, 6 August, was our
farewell to Pine Point: The King-Moormans would take the elder Kings
back to Virginia, stopping off for lunch with Nancy and Ellen, and Mark
and I would go back to Greene with the family before emplaning for LAX
with Devlin. Lots of hugs but no tears: we all had had too good a time
for that.
Continued in
Chapter 4.
