My children would bring friends out sometimes. My good friend and neighbor’s husband worked a lot, as did mine, so we’d take the kids out together for a week some summers. We’d take the four kids on little adventures, like going to see the mansion with all the exotic animals on the property, or doing rubbings of old gravestones at the old cemetery in East Hampton, a day in Montauk, visiting the lighthouse. My son could spot the tiniest crab amidst the rocks, put it in a bucket of water, but always return it to the ocean at day’s end. He respected life. A pet for the day!
They were simple, humble, wonderful summers. I firmly believe that they gave our children and nieces and nephews a good sense of what is really important in life. Family. Friends. A feeling of security. I thank the east end for that. Tom’s sister Dot wants to retire there. Our daughter still goes out there for that feeling sometimes, when she’s not in school or working, as do her cousins. She says it makes her feel safe. What could be better than that?
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