Larcheveque was the place we went to get clams or in the case of Katieann, perriwinkles.
When we went to the beach it was Grand River beach. !!!
The rocks, the sand the uncluttered stretch of sand, the point off in the distance, the seclusion where no one but us seemed to come.
But the world changes and we change with it.
Now to go to Grand River beach you need a four wheel drive vehicle and a high clearance to get up the road.
so we go to Larcheveque where only the brave get stuck in the sand.
What a time! Grown grandchildren. cavorting , greeting, hugging, talking and sharing their lives with the old guy (in the words of my son).
Sun, Sand, Waves, Water, more sun, food, TREATS, for those quick enough or sly enough to grab them before Mothers found out.
Special treats and taste delights. Who could guess that an omelett (sp?) could be a breakfast treat at the beach.
Watching cousins interact. Watching children interact with uncles and aunts and grandparents. Watching smiles when the children enjoy the activity. Watchng looks of puzzlement when they are not sure of what will happen next. Watching concentration when the game is on. Watching excitement when a new person arrives or a new car comes down the beach.
Feeling warmth and love and caring and concern and happiness.
Wishing that each day was longer.
Wishing that it could be recorded so that each of us could look back and see the faces and the joy and the happiness and the fun.
Wondering what each of the younger people will someday become. Wondering how each of the older people will deal with the problems of the day.
Wishing for a magic wand that would wipe out troubles and explode the good feelings to make them last a lifetime.
Wondering what memories each of those who were there will carry back into the future.
What a wonderful weekend. What a beautiful group of people. What a memory to share with all those who could come and those who could only wish they had been there.
In another year lives will change. Can it ever be as it was this past weekend No but each experience will be a new memory to be savoured and cherished and held and re-examined and re-enjoyed until the next time.
When we went to the beach it was Grand River beach. !!!
The rocks, the sand the uncluttered stretch of sand, the point off in the distance, the seclusion where no one but us seemed to come.
But the world changes and we change with it.
Now to go to Grand River beach you need a four wheel drive vehicle and a high clearance to get up the road.
so we go to Larcheveque where only the brave get stuck in the sand.
What a time! Grown grandchildren. cavorting , greeting, hugging, talking and sharing their lives with the old guy (in the words of my son).
Sun, Sand, Waves, Water, more sun, food, TREATS, for those quick enough or sly enough to grab them before Mothers found out.
Special treats and taste delights. Who could guess that an omelett (sp?) could be a breakfast treat at the beach.
Watching cousins interact. Watching children interact with uncles and aunts and grandparents. Watching smiles when the children enjoy the activity. Watchng looks of puzzlement when they are not sure of what will happen next. Watching concentration when the game is on. Watching excitement when a new person arrives or a new car comes down the beach.
Feeling warmth and love and caring and concern and happiness.
Wishing that each day was longer.
Wishing that it could be recorded so that each of us could look back and see the faces and the joy and the happiness and the fun.
Wondering what each of the younger people will someday become. Wondering how each of the older people will deal with the problems of the day.
Wishing for a magic wand that would wipe out troubles and explode the good feelings to make them last a lifetime.
Wondering what memories each of those who were there will carry back into the future.
What a wonderful weekend. What a beautiful group of people. What a memory to share with all those who could come and those who could only wish they had been there.
In another year lives will change. Can it ever be as it was this past weekend No but each experience will be a new memory to be savoured and cherished and held and re-examined and re-enjoyed until the next time.
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