1979—At the Beach

In her daring, off-the-shoulder swim fashion, our Becky adorns the Res (or maybe “The Rez”—never saw it written officially except as “Arlington’s Reservoir Beach”). Above right, looks like the same place, but I could be wrong: we also frequented Weir’s Beach in New Hampshire, Horseneck Beach on the South Shore, Wingaersheek Beach in Gloucester, Crane Beach in Ipswich, the private beach at Clearwater Campground near Meredith, New Hampshire, the state park on Lake Cochituate in Natick and thereabouts, and perhaps others I’m forgetting. Annual Ward Clambakes brought us to several of these.

I was never much of a beach person; took after my Mammy in that respect. But minorities must defer…