Loss and Loneliness raises it's ugly head again
The jersey shore it's magic sunk beneath the waves. I was born and raised in NJ and every summer i stayed at my aunt and uncle's house in what was then Bricktownship it was the best time of my young life I wasn't a JW so i spend hours at the beach as a little girl we went to the boardwalk in pt pleasant and as a teenager it was seaside heights boardwalk. i think back and it had a smell and a sound and we thought it would always be there. i remember they had one of these turning barrels you had to try to walk through at seaside and another girl and her little brother and me tried to get through the barrel and he fell and then we fell and couldn't get out and they had to stop the ride for us. It's funny the things you remember. An old sea captain who lived next door worked at the mantoloking bridge opening the bridge for boats and we went under it in my uncle's boat and he opened the bridge for us even though we didn't need it. My memories of the shore are about 50 years old watching tv and seeing the arial view of all the destruction was strange it looks so different so built up and so destroyed. My mother lives in brick she's alright and today her power is back and her home is not destroyed.