Life moves so fast these days. Here in New England, summer is finally here, but will be over in the blink of the eye. The years are flying by as well. Once in a while it’s good for the soul to step back in time and relive the memories that make us who we are.
So, last Saturday morning, Greg & I hit the road and traveled 95-South back in time. First stop is always “the Big L”, that’s where we grew up. In the 70’s & 80’s it was the perfect place for us kids. It’s a peninsula in Long Island Sound, at the southern tip of Stratford, CT, called Lordship. There are beaches/marshland on three sides and a small airport and large factory (where most of our parents worked, including mine, which is now closed) on the other.
Since it was “protected” from the rest of the town, it was our own playground. We could go wherever we wanted on our bikes as long as we stayed in Lordship and were home in time for dinner. This was the same for all the kids and we had a blast. There were 3 beaches, the seawall, the roller skating rink, the Lordship School playground, the Great Neck Rec Center, the “Stores” (for swedish fish & freeze pops), and Marnick’s (for lunch and ice cream.)
It was a special place and us kids have a special bond because of it. It’s impossible to describe, you had to live it and thankfully, both Greg & I did.
Anyways, our first stop was Marnick’s for lunch – now with an outside deck & bar, the rest is a complete time warp – followed by catching a few rays at one of the beaches, also know as the “Rocky Shores of Connecticut”.
Saturday night we met up with a couple of Greg’s UConn buddies to relive the days of Hale Hall. Sunday, we spent the day at a friend’s pool with some other former Lordship kids and their families. Good times. Good for the soul.
This Saturday night my folks will go back in time for my Dad’s 60th High School Reunion. He grew up in a small town in Vermont, where everyone had a nickname. Seriously, everyone. My dad’s nickname was Ugga. I have no idea why, but just think of the look on my face the first time we were there and someone called me “one of Ugga’s little girls”. Huh?
Anyways, they are excited. There are 46 people coming (pretty good for 80) and they will tell the same stories they have told for 60 years. And that is good for the soul…