Friday, July 24, 2015
In Old Cape Cod
July is speeding by so quickly, isn't it?
How are you filling your July days?
Are you sunning by the seaside?
[McCall's July 1937]
It was always Myrtle Beach SC that our family went to except when I graduated
from high school. That summer we went to Miami Beach.
I wish I could remember the name of the hotel but it was a big one
with two olympic size swimming pools.
Almost no one was actually on the beach as it was not that pretty.
It was my first experience with a maid turning down our beds at night,
and leaving a chocolate on each pillow.
The beach I always wanted to visit was Cape Cod.
Because I loved Patti Page's "You're Sure to Fall in Love with Old Cape Cod"
that had been released a few years earlier.
It swept me away to an imaginary summer romance.
His parents would ask us to join them and his little brother for a picnic lunch
on their boat, but I wouldn't even know the mast from the keel.
[Woman's Home Companion July 1956]
We would pack our own lunch to share on the sand.
I would be a cute redhead, of course,
not sure if he was a blonde or brunette.
That's a little hazy.
[Woman's Home Companion August 1939]
Later I would shower and change into pink pedal pushers, and a white sleeveless
cotton shirt over my sunburnt arms.
We would stand holding hands to watch a fiery sunset over a marshy beach,
sit side by side in a cafe booth eating lobster stew.
That night we would walk together on a silvery beach in the moonlight.
At the end of the week we would say goodbye,
for it was only a summer romance.
I can see, hear, and feel the ocean spray every time I hear that song.