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jersey shore vacations

 I grew up at the Jersey Shore, so every childhood summer was usually spent there, with family and friends coming to visit us. Later years in NY and DC had me a bit land-locked, so I was happy to be able to drive to Jersey for the occasional vacation. I have taken the kid a few times over the past few years, but last year was the one she really remembered, and now she wants us to start our own tradition. So in honor of my booking an August vacation at the Shore, here are some pics from past beachy times.


Mom at the beach
I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for mom (left) and her girlfriends thinking that the Shore was a great  place for a summer vacation from the city

Elizabeth at the pool at the Avon Inn
Hanging out poolside at the Avon Inn, where my grandmother always stayed when she would visit us

Pastel by Mary Elizabeth Winship Periale
One of my mom's effortless pastels, of me trying to fly a kite on the boardwalk

Jetty
The kid checking out a jetty

Jenkinson's pavilion, Point Pleasant
Having fun on the rides at Jenkinson's pavilion

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