Monday, April 2, 2012
B: Brothers and Beaches
It was from my father, I do believe, that all my siblings and I got the connection that we have to the ocean. My father grew up in Michigan but came to California just prior to the outbreak of WWII. He enlisted and was stationed in San Diego until shipping out for the South Pacific for three years. When the war was over, he married my mother and they settled in Los Angles County. We grew up going camping at Tin Can Beach in So Cal (aka Huntington Beach), or at Jalama (closer to Santa Barbara), and down in Baja California. As a college kid, I lived about a 35 minute drive from Santa Cruz, CA and spent many weekends (all year round) hanging out on the coast. I knew that wherever I settled after college, it would need to be a relatively close drive to the beach. It took me a few years to get through college and grad school but when I was ready to start a family, my husband and I relocated to a wonderful community in NorCal that, yes, features a 25 minute beautiful drive to the beach.
The most cool times have been when beaches and brothers came together in life's adventures. The camping trips when we were kids, the college beach outings (yes, several of my brothers were nearby in my college days), the times when, as adults we took our children camping together on California's northern coast - all of these occasions make for the warmest of memories.