Sunday, September 25, 2005
Cruising at 30,000 feet headed back to Dallas from our wonderful weekend along the New Jersey shore. It was wonderful to congregate with the Jersey contingent once again. Mike and Shana's wedding was beautiful and the reception afterward was exceptional. We are ready for the next fete.
Let me back up and spend a little more time describing our adventures yesterday on Mike and Shana's wedding day. Our visit was a short one, so we tried to fill the days completely and take advantage of being in the Atlantic City area.
We started the day off by meeting Debbie, Drew, Sharon, and Amanda for breakfast around 9:00. Of course, with our travel alarm aka Rachel, we were up much earlier. However, Drew was insistent that he needed a day to "sleep in". I'm not sure why a ten year old is so concerned with extra sleep. Of course, I remember my desire to stay up late while the adults continued to talk when I was that age. It was incredibly difficult to keep my eyes open at 10:00 pm back in those days (and can be pretty hard these days, too). Inevitably, I would sleep half the day to make up for that extra hour I stayed up desperately trying to play the role of a "grownup".
The Seaview's breakfast was good; I was taken with the Cornbeef Hash in particular. I can remember my great-grandmother serving it to me when I was little. After emigrating from Germany, she and my great-grandfather spent their early years in New Jersey before moving into Wichita Falls, Texas. Now and again, I try to find the hash I remember as a kid at various restaurants located in Texas. I'm never been very successful though. I think you have to head to the northeast to find the real thing.
Cousin Gary met us at the hotel, and we headed out to his place along the shore. It is a darling little yellow house along one of the streets winding their way to the shoreline. He and Robin have been working on redecorating and have managed to create a charming little home where they can seek respite from the humid New Jersey summers. I was struck by the stained glass window at the top eave of the house. Perhaps it is my love of the sea and sea life that drew me in or perhaps it is the fact that my father and uncle loved to create stained glass. Either way, I'm sure I won't forget it. When you look at the Boardwalk pictures, you'll find a snapshot near the front of the list.[Editor's Note:] And this is where the entry sat until today. Rachel was getting slightly fussy on the flight and Becky needed my help in keeping her happy. The last thing we wanted was a screaming baby on the MD-80 with nowhere to escape. Our little jelly bean turned out to be a great flyer. Overall she seemed to settle right in and just enjoy the flights.
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