So much nostalgia reading about Jones Beach and especially Fire Island. My family owned a home in Seaview for three generations. I spent all my summers there. My brother lived there year round for many years. My own children played in the playground next to Maguires, my father worked on the ferries in the 1940’s and before that was a wagon boy meeting the ferries and pulling luggage to people’s homes for a nickel. It’s a magical place.
I remember when Rachel’s opened . At first she just sold zeppoles. At one time my brother owned an ice cream store near Rachel’s. The original Matthew of Matthews restaurant was a friend of my grandmother and we always bought clams to make chowder. Later on my brother worked for Matthews for years. Yes, so many memories.
Matthews! OMG! That’s where we went for margarita’s not flynns. That’s the one by the ferry, yes? Flynn’s was where we went dancing. I think. I can’t remember. :)
Oh, how lovely to have a house there. I remember that playground - just past the wagons.
We were gifted a borrowed house in Ocean Beach - by one of my husband's architectural clients. It was right on the water. We were incredibly blessed. We spent every summer there during my children's middle school years. It felt like my own and so many of our best times happened there. Beachcombing, sitting on the deck reading Smila's Sense of Snow while my kids read Harry Potter on the beach with their friends - everyone had their own copy delivered on publication day by Amazon. Cooling down in the outdoor shower. Rachel's for brownies and cupcakes. Early morning egg sandwiches on a bench with my son. If I don't stop I'll fill this box with a hundred memories.
So much nostalgia reading about Jones Beach and especially Fire Island. My family owned a home in Seaview for three generations. I spent all my summers there. My brother lived there year round for many years. My own children played in the playground next to Maguires, my father worked on the ferries in the 1940’s and before that was a wagon boy meeting the ferries and pulling luggage to people’s homes for a nickel. It’s a magical place.
I remember when Rachel’s opened . At first she just sold zeppoles. At one time my brother owned an ice cream store near Rachel’s. The original Matthew of Matthews restaurant was a friend of my grandmother and we always bought clams to make chowder. Later on my brother worked for Matthews for years. Yes, so many memories.
Matthews! OMG! That’s where we went for margarita’s not flynns. That’s the one by the ferry, yes? Flynn’s was where we went dancing. I think. I can’t remember. :)
Yes, Matthews by the ferry and def Flynn’s for dancing.
Okay, I better edit that. Thank you!
Oh, how lovely to have a house there. I remember that playground - just past the wagons.
We were gifted a borrowed house in Ocean Beach - by one of my husband's architectural clients. It was right on the water. We were incredibly blessed. We spent every summer there during my children's middle school years. It felt like my own and so many of our best times happened there. Beachcombing, sitting on the deck reading Smila's Sense of Snow while my kids read Harry Potter on the beach with their friends - everyone had their own copy delivered on publication day by Amazon. Cooling down in the outdoor shower. Rachel's for brownies and cupcakes. Early morning egg sandwiches on a bench with my son. If I don't stop I'll fill this box with a hundred memories.