829 Southdrive

829 Southdrive

A New Jersey state of mind

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Random house photos

Winter of 1942.  I always thought it was cool
to go to the shore in the winter.  It was so quiet,
so desolate, so hard to imagine running out on the
dock with a crabnet in bare feet.  Summer always
came though, and it felt like it never had left.

Summer of 1946.  Norman Rockwell anyone?  That was Dad,
pre-Mom.  Snappers (baby bluefish) were and still are so
easy to catch.   Long bamboo pole, line, hook, bobber, and
spearing for bait.  Throw it in and pull them out.

Dad's dog, but nobody wrote the year on the
back of the photo.  I also don't recall his name,
but it may have well been Lucky, since not every
dog had a shore house.


  1. I can remember Dad's dog's name ("Jimmy') but I can't remember 1942! For sure!

  2. I was going to add that when I saw Random House in the heading for this thread, I had hopes that the appearance of your autobiography was imminent