A Childhood Memory
20 September 2018 | Chestertown, Maryland
In 1960 my sister Mary's family lived in Chestertown, Maryland. My parents, 2nd sister, older brother, and I went to visit them at Thanksgiving time. The leaves had fallen off the trees, the winds were brisk, and the slate-gray clouds scudded across the sky in threatening fashion. My brother-in-law offered a shotgun to me so I could go out front of the house by the water's edge, and periodically shoot up at a V-formation of geese that had to be at least a mile high, safe and sound. I returned to the warmth of their kitchen, returned the shotgun, sporting a frozen-but- pleased smile on my face. Today we watched the Washington College women's sculling teams practice. There were high school sailing dinghy races, practicing their 'rolling tacks', that is, where the two sailors would turn the rudder, dive under the boom, while the mainsail tacks with a crash! If done right it is very quick and efficient. If not, it will swamp the boat. The streets down the main street had many lovely boutiques, selling art, clothing, nick-knacks, and coffee. After our second night, we will be moving to Langford Bay just down river from where we are now.