Stuff I Collect

A selection of seashells, hand-picked from the...

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I don’t collect things like coins or stamps or Mickey Mouse dolls, though I did have a brief flirtation with both foxes and cows and an occasional stuffed animal. Now, the only thing I collect (and I won’t say memories because that is way too sappy) are seashells. I’ve always loved seashells, the beach and the ocean since I was a child. I remember going to the beach, Jones Beach, very early on Sunday mornings, with my friend Micky (now Michal) and her father, Teddy and my parents and sister, Edna (now Emma). They would come over and bring kaiser rolls, you know the ones that have the tiny speckled blue-black seeds on top. I would look at Teddy’s cut roll which was always piled high, with at least an inch of butter on it, if not more. That image has always stuck in my mind. Also, we ate soft-boiled eggs those magical Sundays and while I was brought up, by my European parents, to slice the “head” of the egg with a knife, Teddy always tapped his egg on top with a tiny silver spoon. I remember that image and his face as if it had happened yesterday.

I’ve always loved the beach and the water and it I started way back then, when I was not more than 5 or 6 to walk on the sand and pick up shells. I still have shells from wherever I go, just a few. My most recent shells are from this past trip to Barcelona and the Coast with my husband. I will put them together in a tiny, special, delicate dish and those shells from Spain will remind me of the soothing sun, the glittering green water, my wonderful husband and our amazing vacation.

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2 thoughts on “Stuff I Collect

  1. what great memories! i think of those wonderful days at parking field #9 (no longer exists, btw) at jones beach. right on about the butter and egg!! i continued the tradition, sans butter piled high, with my children on saturday mornings at herzlia beach and abby would join us. when they got older and were out til 5 a.m., i went on my own and came back in time for us to have brunch (pancakes) together. i hope to do it with my future grandchildren as well! i’ll collect some israeli shells and bring them with me next time i come to the states. xoxo little sister!

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