{"id":308,"date":"2008-01-16T19:37:39","date_gmt":"2008-01-16T23:37:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.summerofjim.com\/2008\/01\/16\/the-shores-of-avalon\/"},"modified":"2008-01-16T19:37:39","modified_gmt":"2008-01-16T23:37:39","slug":"the-shores-of-avalon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/?p=308","title":{"rendered":"The Shores of Avalon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My Mother would tell me that the best month to be at the Jersey shore was September.\u00a0 You have to understand&#8230; my Mother didn&#8217;t favour crowds.\u00a0 After Labor Day, the &#8220;summer folks&#8221; (the <em>rentals<\/em>) departed the beach communities and retreated to Wilmington, Philadelphia and points beyond&#8230; leaving the beaches and still warm ocean to the <em>owners <\/em>and the year &#8217;round residents. <\/p>\n<p>Mom would say to me, &#8220;My Papa, your &#8216;Poppy&#8217; who <em>passed<\/em> before you were three, said that the sun was <em>richer <\/em>in September&#8230; that the sky shed the white of humid July and August days and turned a breathtaking blue.\u00a0 A blue that you could only equal on a crisp clear February morning.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I think of what I miss.\u00a0 And what you miss falls into two trays.\u00a0 That which you know and remember&#8230; like the pumpkin pie that your Mother made on\u00a0Thanksgiving.\u00a0 And that which you don&#8217;t know &#8212; or that you don&#8217;t know <em>enough<\/em>&#8230; like your Poppy who passed before you were three.<\/p>\n<p>Poppy and Nana were special folks&#8230; and they were a bit unique in living in Connecticut; but owning a cottage in the lower Jersey shore.\u00a0 &#8220;Your Poppy loved the ocean,&#8221; I was told.\u00a0 &#8220;Long Island Sound didn&#8217;t &#8216;do the job&#8217;&#8230; he needed a <em>further <\/em>horizon&#8230; <u>and<\/u> waves.\u00a0 But it was the far horizon, no hint of land.\u00a0 Something that would give space to his ideas&#8230; to his dreams.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I come now.\u00a0 Dunes protecting the beach just as I remember.\u00a0 The grains of sand and strands of sea grass holding memories of warm sun, cold drinks and the sound of surf breaking on to the shore.<\/p>\n<p>I think of those who are no longer here&#8230; folks who <em>used <\/em>to be here.\u00a0 Here to see the moving\u00a0water and the distant horizon.\u00a0 But maybe they are still here&#8230; in this piece of sea glass, or this sea shell shard?<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s the beauty of the beach.\u00a0 The beauty of the ocean.\u00a0 It holds memory, yet at every instant its appearance changes.\u00a0 Happiness and tears come and go&#8230; but still, <em>its beauty remains<\/em>.\u00a0 That&#8217;s its treasure.\u00a0 &#8220;Its beauty remains.&#8221;\u00a0 Those aren&#8217;t my words&#8230; those are the words of my Poppy.\u00a0 My Poppy in Avalon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My Mother would tell me that the best month to be at the Jersey shore was September.\u00a0 You have to understand&#8230; my Mother didn&#8217;t favour crowds.\u00a0 After Labor Day, the &#8220;summer folks&#8221; (the rentals) departed the beach communities and retreated &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/?p=308\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-308","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stories-brief-tales"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/308","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=308"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/308\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=308"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=308"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=308"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}