Summer Memory

One of the best things about growing up in the suburbs in the 1960's was early summer mornings going barefoot across the lawns to a friends house. Our street was lined with Chestnut trees that bloomed pink. There wasn't much traffic.

What conjures up those moments? Bare feet on grass wet with dew. When you remember, can you see the physical place of where you were? Even a sketch can bring moments of small pleasure back into view and let you hold them in your mind and re-experience them.

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  1. Growing up we never wore shoes. Not just in Maine or at the Shore, but everywhere. We walked to Bryn Mawr from our house and into all the stores barefoot. It's hard to believe now. Carolyn

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