Though I can’t say for sure, it has to be close to 35. Maybe even 40. But that’s how long my Dad’s side of the family have been coming together, each summer, for our week long “reunion.” We’ve all but had t-shirts made (come to think of it, there may have been one year where we did have reunion shirts made). Either way, this is now the fourth generation gathering together at St. Teresa Beach to rock in the same rocking chairs with the salt air blowing, eat a shrimp boil, get too much sun, and dig for periwinkles. Only we have multiplied. A lot. #STB4g
Britton- not too shabby on the ol’ camera.