We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
My Mom loved the Cape. At the funeral, my cousin Dave recalled how Mom would hand us a bucket and a clam rake at low tide, and send us out into the mud flats for Quahogs. Later, a clam-packed New England Clam Chowda for supper.
I have those same memories with my family as well. Mother being quite elderly now is slower getting around and finds the trip out the Cape to be tiring and difficult at her age, but we both cherish our memories there, and make a point of taking her there whenever possible. Father loved the place, and we miss his presence but somehow recapture with each visit. Though the recent storm was not kind to their old shoreline neighborhood. Wonderful places are best enjoyed with those we have loved.
As I am getting older I am finally starting to understand the depth of the emotion and meaning in the song "Precious Memories". I love Emmy Lou Harris' version. On a funnier note, I found my car keys in the refrigerator on top of the chicken legs I bought at the grocery store today. I called my neighbor in a panic to drive me to the vet's office so I could retrieve my puppy who got spayed today because I couldn't find them.