Oysters and Memories

“As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.”

Hemingway

~ from "A Moveable Feast"

Hemingway says it best! I would have loved to have had fresh oysters from the half shell yesterday.  One has to be quite picky, I think, to find the freshest and best oysters such as Hemingway has described above from "A Moveable Feast". Second best was us finding some fresh oysters yesterday at a supermarket, some for frying. We had hash browns, salad and an order of hush puppies from the nearby Cracker Barrel.

The guy in the seafood department was telling us that "the guys from the boats tell us they use "House Autry" for breading their seafood.  If the breading is the favorite of "the guys on the boats" then it is good enough for us!  I loved that expression about the guys on the boats but it made me think sometimes I watch too many reality TV shows about the "guys on the boats"

The fried oysters were absolutely delicious!  We loved the House Autry and Clint looked them up on their website this morning.  They have a great website and the coating was light with the perfect amount of seasoning..

We really loved this seafood breader!

Yesterday morning as we headed out very early
to walk on the beach.

Clint walking on the beach. yesterday.

 



Looking back at the condo yesterday
before dawn on our walk.



A sturdy sand castle lit by
the golden light of the rising sun.

No caption needed.

Love these impressive Northern Plantation condos next door.
Beautiful building.

 

Heading to the beach yesterday in the early dawn.

Talking about brisk walkers, their little
toothpick legs are a blur!

Odd footprints in the sand yesteray morning.  There was
such a long stride, Clint could barely match
it when he tried. 

Our final day at the beach.  Another year of beach memories

will soon draw to a close.  Here on our "digital scrapbook", called

my blog, we can look back and relive some

of the memories with these photos and remembrances.

Thanks again to my readers.

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Easters Past

My brother, sister and I on Easter morning 1965

This morning I was thinking while walking of old Easter memories.  Every year we would all gather at my grandparents' house on Bland Road.   Hiding Easter eggs was so much fun with all our cousins present.  My grandmother said she would find hidden rotten eggs all over the place for weeks, months, etc.  :-)

Some other Easter memories:

The sunrise service at Sinking Spring Methodist Church.

Blisters on my feet from my new Poll Parrott patent leather shoes.

The smell of vinegar while dying our eggs.

The smell of the poor ole live colored Easter chickens.  Usually

they had died by the time we got back home from our grandparents'

house on Easter night.

Jelly beans and Peeps

7 Up Salad

Deviled eggs and kidding my cousin Jill who was known for loving

deviled eggs.

I hid (rolled) the prize egg one year near a sleeping Pluto,  our grandparents' dog.  Most of us feared this

old dog and it took a while for the prize egg to be claimed.  Probably one of my older male cousins was brave enough to get the egg.

My Aunt Jane's pecan pie.

The blooming of all our dogwood trees.

Easter 1964

 

1965

 

My brother "Jimbo", 1965

My sister Patti, 1965

A saluting Cindy ... actually I was shielding the bright
sun from my eyes.

1965

Easter 1964

Lucinda around the age of two or three.  (Sorry Lucinda, I
could not find any better quality photos of you)  I may have
already given them to you. Around 1976.



Last week at the the  Sinking Springs Methodist
 Church cemetery.  This is the exact site of the sun
rise service I attended so many years ago.

Also, this is the final earthly resting place of many of
my relatives ... including Clint and me.

Bland Road is on the left, named after my Great-grandfather Bland
who owned the land at one time.



One of my favorite vintage prints, I have several different sizes.