From this Chair…
By Cloann McNall
“Is that you, Cloann? Is that
you, Ellie?” This conversation took place Friday on the waterfront at
The Hessons had rented a house
there to accommodate their family and mine were housed at Hallmark Inn, American
Inn, a nearby campground and in a house Marcie had rented for them and the
Howland family.
Our family made their routine
first night trip at the coast to Moe’s for the traditional clam chowder in a
sour dough bread bowl.
The men went on a guided
fishing boat and caught a plentiful supply of Sea Bass, crab and other species I
can’t recall. That night we had a steak and seafood dinner at Marcie’s rental in
observance of my birthday and the Howland’s wedding anniversary.
The temperatures were in the
50’s with a wind factor of 25 so none of us braved the chilling wind and blowing
sand to walk on the beach until it finally cleared up Saturday afternoon. We saw
a bride and her wedding party on the beach in the blistering cold wind Saturday
attempting to have her wedding photos taken.
The young Howland twins went
to the beach Saturday in their “four wheeler push-mobile,” dressed in blue
jeans, plaid shirts, suspenders and quilted orange hunting vests. Their first
trip to the ocean at the ripe old age of four months. They weigh 9 and 11 pounds
now.
Highlight of the trip for the
Phantom was a tour of the
Some of the family visited
I purchased a two-pound bag of
fresh salt water taffy to bring back to the
Tribune crew and went off and left it
in the motel room.
Marcie retrieved it from the
motel and brought it home Monday. The “gals” are enjoying rummaging through the
sack to get their favorite flavors.
Thinking back in time this is one of the
many trips my family and I have made to the