As a kid, my parents would take my brother and me to a small neighborhood in Cape Cod called Tahanto, where we would spend a week or so. I was really small, so I don't remember much beyond the feeling of happiness I had being there.
Amy and I are from the same town, and her family frequently would visit the same neighborhood at the same time as us. Looking back, this was probably intentional. I remember riding bikes, and I remember wandering alone, just us kids, to a rusty-yet-enjoyable playground not to far from our cottages. I especially remember walking at night, both our families, to get ice cream. The excitement of walking in the near dark, and getting a special treat, while my brother and Amy sang a song they'd learned, maybe at school. It's on the tip of my tongue...something about gooseburgers? Pickles were involved (man, that's gonna bug me).
There was also a parade in that neighborhood in the summer which we participated in. Somewhere there exists a photo of myself and Andy, Amy's younger brother, wearing clown costumes, and another of my brother and Amy dressed as cavemen. Their costumes were made possible with seaweed and, I think, pillow cases. Apparently I remember far more than I thought of those times.
Back on track here (get on with it already, Cyd). Thanks to FB, Amy and I have been connected for a while now, and I was psyched she picked me to come and photograph the many generations of her family on the day of her mom's birthday. (click to enlarge).
