Friday, April 20, 2018
20/ The Beach People
We were city dwellers, but in NYC you don't have to go far to find saltwater. My family loved the beach. We spent most of our summers swimming, fishing, crabbing, and clamming at Sag Harbor—in those days neither trendy nor crowded—and when I was a teenager my friends and I hitchhiked to Rockaway Beach. But way before that, my dad was photographing friends and family on the sand at the water's edge.
The man is a close family friend, one of my dad's co-workers. He and his family often vacationed with us. I don't recognize the women, but aren't their beach clothes interesting? And one doesn't often see knitting in the sand.
I'm in the center, eating (of course) from a jar of food served to me by my mom. Her sister Charlotte is on the left, and Charlotte's husband, Eddie, is on the right. My dad is holding their daughter, Terry. Both pics from the 1940's.
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I don't think I ever imagined anyone knitting at the beach until seeing this photo. Wouldn't sand become permanently caught into the fibers?
ReplyDeleteI would think so. Also, I can't imagine working with wool in hot weather. My rug hooking is rather seasonal.
DeleteYay, the beach people turned up too. The woman'sshoes in the first one are amazing. And that second one is just a great shot.
ReplyDeleteI love your photos, Susan. I am now able to recognize people in some of them!
ReplyDeleteIt seems like they had the beaches to themselves.
It seems that somewhere between the first and second picture, people learned how to dress for the beach.
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