When we moved to West Palm Beach in 1973, Wife Lila and I discovered something curious: folks who hadn’t bothered to call us collect when we lived in Gastonia, N.C., suddenly started showing up on our doorstep as soon as the temps started dropping up north. We were usually happy to see them.
Over the years, the visits started tapering off. Maybe it was the bricks we put under the mattress, maybe it was because we pointed out the bullet hole in the window above where they were sleeping. Who knows what actually worked?
Neumeyers were welcome visitors
When Jane McKeown Neumeyer said she and her husband Don were going to be down this way from Madison, Wisconsin, to take in some spring training baseball, we said we’d be happy to meet up with them at The Loggerhead Cafe on the beach at Carlin Park in Jupiter (that’s a town, not a planet. It got its name because it was a stop on the Celestial Railroad, along with Juno, Mars and Venus).
- Jane was the majorette on the left side of the third photo on this page.
- Don was the boy in the flannel shirt third from the left in the front row of the Trinity Lutheran School kindergarten class.
Headed for the beach
After an excellent round of dolphin sandwiches, we decided to check out the beach. It was a perfect, if windy, Florida March day.
Watch out for the Wave God
Jane rolled up her pants, but not quite enough. (She’d have been fine in her high school majorette skirt, but she said she didn’t bring it with her.)
Folks from the Midwest take some learnin’ before they understand waves. I had an assignment to check out a report of a beached whale. When I arrived, I saw some helpful spectators who were trying to to push the grounded mammal back out to sea. The swells were long and gentle, so it looked like I’d be able to wade out quite a way into the water to be able shoot back toward the shore for a better angle. I had just turned my back on Europe and started to punch the shutter release when a rogue wave picked me up and deposited me next to the whale.
Fortunately, nothing was damaged but my pride. That’s about the time I started going to the beach about as much as if I lived in Kansas. Somebody or something out there wanted me and I wasn’t about it give it another shot.
Marilyn Monroe imitation
The wind was whipping Wife Lila’s skirt around, so she tried to imitate Marilyn Monroe’s famous steam grate pose with stage directions from Jane.
Lila and Ken, we had such a great visit on a beautiful day. As you know, it is rainy today and so we are heading to area museums with Don’s sister Jeannette and husband Jon. We hope the weather clears for the Spring Training games Monday and Tuesday. We are looking at the rain and glad it isn’t snow at home. Great time!
Ken, we had the same experience with visitors. The only one who persisted was my sister in Nashville and she always insisted on an annual trip to the beach. We NEVER went to the beach because Jerry and our older son are redheads and the sun was always harsh to them. None of us liked having sand all over us either. Your shots of the ocean are BEAUTIFUL! Almost made me homesick for Melbourne. Almost.
Longing to be at the ocean……..
Glad you enjoyed the dolphin sandwiches at Lazy Loggerhead. Too many miss this little gem by the sea. More for me!
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