Come
Wade With Me Through The Owsley Tidepool !
I think my mother and I were born with sand between our toes and saltwater in our blood. I learned to walk on the beach and even before I was walking, she taught me to swim in the ocean.
My grandparents first came to Florida on their honeymoon in 1912 on a train from Chicago to Key West.
In the early 1950s, when I was very young my mother and I and often my grandmother and sometimes my sister would awaken to hurry down to the beach to wade in the pools left behind by the tides. There we would find starfish, hermit crabs, sand dollars, and the most wondrous shells. We always took a loaf of bread to feed the gulls and I always had my trusty bucket and spade to gather up coquinas from which my grandmother would make the most wonderful chowder.
Later after the evening meal we would gather about the crackling fire to dig through old photographs and listen to my grandmother talk about her childhood, her siblings, her parents and grandparents and her many, many uncles, aunts and cousins.

In the Owsley Tidepool some of these treasures still can be found.
Wade
Thru the Owsley-Hill-Adams Ancestral Tidepool
Index Of Reflections - Stories
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