Harwich, MA…A trip down memory lane
Coming to the Cape is always nostalgic. I grew up coming to, what used to be, my Great Grandmothers house. My aunt bought it once she passed. Every summer we’d spend time here. As a kid it was the absolute best, it was a kids dream come true. We frequented the go cart tracks, trampolines, beach, and Sundae School (the best ice cream around).
During cold, quiet winter days, when the Cape is deserted for the winter, we’d all sit around a large table celebrating the Thanks of Giving and my brother’s birthday. But we mustn’t forget the annual Morgan Golf Tournament that took place before the turkey was roasted. Bundled with gloves and hats and more than 2 layers of clothing (at least!), it still took place, rain, snow or “shine”.
The house still has traces of the same smells, the same pictures still sit on the mantels, same rocking chairs rock on the same porch, and the same clock still chimes every hour. The only thing that seems to change is which dog or puppy is currently running around.
We’d fight over (not kidding), who got the biggest lobster and my grandfather would go through every nook and cranny of the lobster each of us were given after we finished to make sure there was no meat left behind. We’d debate about politics and religion (as a kid, we just tuned out), we’d be worn out by the end of the day, so we looked forward to bathing in the outside shower.
Going to the Cape is time spent with family, time for sun, and time for Lobsters (only if you’re lucky enough). It brings back many, many memories, but new ones are always created.
This time around I enjoyed the following:
-A very French lunch which consisted of cheese and baguettes (my FAVORITE! I could literally eat it every day), colorful fruit salad, and an array of other salads
-New puppy Clio
-Lobster
-Kicking up my feet and relaxing while reading the New York Times, Style Section
-Outside Showers
-Flea Market
-The Beach!
-Sundae School Ice Cream Shoppe
