Today is Day 14 of the March Slice of Life – the daily writing challenge hosted at Two Writing Teachers.
M is for Maine (and Montreal)
When I lived in Montreal as a child, summer vacations meant staying at Ocean Park, Maine.
It also meant:
-driving our station wagon, five kids and a dog, topped with the blue wooden luggage holder
-fights over who sat where
-setting up our tents or moving into a cottage
-running out for miles at low tide
-looking for shells
-building sand castles
-trying to wash all the sand off at the end of the day at the beach
-looking for blueberries
-going to the drive-in and lying in the back of the car in our pjs
-eating hot dogs over the fire
I have gone back to Maine a couple of times, but never back to Ocean Park.
When I met Bill, we discovered we had both lived in Montreal and we both had summered in or around Ocean Park. I wonder if we ever ran into each other so many years ago. Small world.
Beverley A Baird 
Makes me want to get into the car and drive to Maine, but given the imminent blizzard I think I’ll wait till summer.
A fun post!
No one’s driving in New England today!
Crazy weather! stay safe!
Thanks Barbara.
Sometimes, one person’s map meets another person’s map, and time collides into love. Right?
Kevin
Two beautiful places for sure! Maine is the Way Life Should Be for sure! Always been a Mainer and always will.
I loved Maine – such good memories indeed.
We have vacationed in Maine too. Some of our best memories are wrapped in those vacations. We took the extended family: children, wives and husbands, grandchildren…to celebrate our 40th wedding anniversary in Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park. We love Maine.
What a lovely way to spend your anniversary! Never been to either place.
Hope things go well for your husband today, Bev. I have never been to Maine, but sounds like a place I would like to visit, however, not today. 🙂
Definitely not today! BUt Bill’s angiogram was cancelled today – his INR was too high – almost double what it should be. Which in some ways was good – as the driving was terrible. It is now rescheduled for nest Tuesday.
Your poem has me remembering my childhood–not spent in Maine, but so many of the details I know. Arguing over who sits where (i was the youngest so I always lost), the low tide run into the ocean, wearing PJs in the car and more.
Thanks MaryAnn.