“I’m Jack Sonville, and I approve of—what’s that smell?”
A rippled, peaceful pause between the tides
Paging @ablerism Sarah Hendron!!
Below is a newspaper clipping my grandmother saved from, we think, around 1961, about a makeshift oscillating bed that her father, my great grandfather, “Hum” Reynolds helped make for a WWII veteran with poor circulation to one of his legs.
For easier reading, I’ve typed up the article here.
Some photos from Popham Beach. It’s good to be home
Happy place
Apparently Jack has a green thumb
8-year-old me. This expression still pretty much covers how I feel most of the time
Digging out the storage at my parents’ house and found some evidence of a 5th grade science experiment on heat absorption 🤓. As I recall, I spent the whole experiment perfecting the backflip on the trampoline, periodically checking temperatures under a heat lamp. And that strikes me as pretty much the way school should be at that age.
Just another morning in New Harbor
