.............. When school ended we headed to the Jersey Shore ,
Seaside Park
Our
cousins, who were sisters, were our neighbors at the shore. They came from the wrong side of a big town
and went to a tough school. Their
high school had a lower
set of standards and tolerated behaviors different from those at Chatham High School.
They were a little wild and very street-smart and they talked funny. One would ask “Why we goin’ home so early
– it ain’t even 10:00?” and her sister would respond “Don’t make no difference
to me.”
They were so different from my Chatham
After the sun
went down we headed for Seaside
Heights Jersey
Shore
In "The Heights", without my mother and little
sisters, it was easy for me to step into the rebel without a cause mode and hang out with the wrong crowd which,
of course, included my big city cousins.
Our routines rarely
varied and, except for weather glitches, life was literally a day at the beach. At the shore my cousins were
the top dogs of the boardwalk scene. The boardwalk crowd consisted of the
townies who worked in the restaurants or helped run the carousel or the Ferris
wheel on the boardwalk. Add to that, the summer people who weren’t rich and
were shunned by the popular crowd on the beach who hung out with the lifeguards
in their Jantzens. Had I lived in a real
beach house and not in the trailer, I might have been part of that crowd.
Because I liked my
cousins and they didn’t mind me tagging along, I followed them to their turf. I
was clearly a minnow among sharks – a position that was unnatural for me. I ratcheted up my makeup and shortened my shorts
and wore my hair up to fit in. I learned
to swear, and to flirt with the greasers who hung out on the boardwalk just
looking for someone to take to that night’s beach party. Beach parties
consisted of a big bonfire, a lot of beer and no responsible adult in attendance
- everything our Chatham
To be continued................
Someday I'll publish the whole series of beach stories, starting from childhood to today. (As soon as I finish cleaning out that one last closet.)
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More please....and SOON. Forget the closet...it'll be there tomorrow.
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