May God bless you and your...
I can see Auntie Marilyn, tanned in a damp bathing suit, cigarette at the end of her fingers, bare feet on bumpy roots, packed dirt, and old pine needles. Bolo's nearby, kids and damp towels are everywhere, and the meaty scent of burgers on the charcoal grill mingles with the wiff of fresh tar from the road between the camp and the lake. On the crackly radio Curt Gowdy hollers over the crowd, a tinny piano plays from indoors, motor boats hum in the distance, and then comes your mom's throaty...
Melissa Day Vokey
October 11, 2011 | Newbury, MA


