Looking at family snapshots I found pictures of my father and brother playing together on the shore in the forties. Victor was born during the war and was able to walk before he met his father. I try to imagine how my father must have felt to have returned from the Pacific to walk the Atlantic with the child that bore his name. I don't know of any 50s pictures of us kids at the beach. My parents probably had their hands too full to consider packing a camera.
Many years pass before more photographs taken at the beach appear.
Children, cousins, aunts and uncles, all returning to dig holes in Crescent Beach and run down the dunes. My first trip to Europe was in the summer of 1971 on a short tour that would take me to Paris, Rome and London. Mainly I saw the major museums and sites. I took a day trip to Pompeii and soaked in as much of the Italian landscape as possible from a bus window. I returned several times to Paris and London in the 70s and to Italy in the 90s.