Auntie Ruth's Cottage

 September 7, 2021

When I was a child I spent many summers undergoing plastic surgery for my cleft lip and palate.  As I healed I couldn't play sports or go swimming.  But I have some special non surgical memories of wonderful weeks spent in Stone Harbor, N.J.

My Auntie Ruth had a cottage down the shore (that's how we say it up there).  It was a small, cute cottage with a beautiful screened porch overlooking the bay.  We weren't too far from the Yacht Club and on Sundays there would be sailboat races that were fun to watch. It seemed that the adults got to sleep on the porch and I was envious.  Since then I've always wanted to live in houses with a screened porch.

In the kitchen, instead of a refrigerator there was an ice box and the ice man would deliver a big block of ice - how often I don't remember.  This was back in the 1940s. Looking back I can't imagine how they kept perishables safely. But we never got sick. The ice box looked something like this.

I spent many hours on the dock. Small stairs led down into the bay.  I used to be scared that one of the relatives of the crabs we caught and ate was going to bite my toes. I didn't like swimming in the bay much but it was nice to cool off.

Me on the dock

Me in the ocean

Often the Maryland cousins would come down and we'd have lots of fun together.   

I've been collecting pictures of Stone Harbor on Pinterest just for the happy memories.  I used to wonder what it would be like in the winter.  Actually I never wanted to leave. 

Later when I was a teenager we moved to Florida and I felt at home. It was like being down the shore with my soul at the beach.

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Wonderful 4th of July as a child

Besides Christmas and my birthday, 4th of July was my 3rd favorite holiday.   I was raised in a small town who celebrated the day in all kinds of wonderful ways.

First we had the parade.  I marched in it when I was a Brownie. 

Another time I was in the parade with my bicycle advertising my father's gas station. 

Advertising my father's gas station is open now

Jack's gas station is open now

After the parade we went up to the park for games and races. 



Later in the afternoon we got to go to the lake where we participated in swimming races. I won once for the back crawl. 

The single men and married ones played a baseball game.  I don't know if they still do.

One of my favorite memories was the street dance.  I was a child then. It was in the 1940s and I loved hanging out near the band.  They played Glenn Miller and Benny Goodman music and I loved watching the piano and bass players.   



My father was a fireman in town and one year I got to ride in the firetruck with him and ring the bell. Boy did I think I was hot stuff.  Ha ha.   Back then they let children ride around town in a fire truck.  It was fun.

We moved a couple years after Dad died and the Fourth of July was never the same.   I always wished I was back in my hometown on that special day.

In 1989 we went back for mother's funeral and we were there on July 4th staying at an aunt's house.  Waiting and watching the parade was so nostalgic.  It felt like nothing had changed except the people.   I was quite emotional for many reasons.

Today I watched a live Facebook video of the parade and many emotions came up again. I remembered the good times, my friends, parents, and what fun we had on this special holiday in my old home town.   It was both fun and bittersweet.   As someone told me, the children today are making the same memories because the town itself hasn't changed all that much.