In Reply to: Summertime posted by Lottie on Saturday, May 27th 2023:

In the early years, I spent summers at a bungalow colony in Hurleyville, in Sullivan County. I remember seeing the Ontario and Western Railroad (steam engine), which brought Brooklyn residents from New Jersey, to Sullivan County. Later, I spent a summer at the Rhoda Schapp Day Camp in Brighton Beach, and another summer at Camp Sussex in New Jersey. Also, I spent three summers at Little Timber Camp, in Hunter, NY. In March, 1971, I made a visit from Brooklyn to the latter camp in Hunter, for a sentimental visit. I was very lucky, as I almost got caught in the snow at the camp. There were no cell phones in those days, and I was very fortunate that I didn't get stuck. On the way home, on Rt. 23A, which is a a one lane, curvy road, which winds down a mountain, some maniac, actually passed me on the solid double yellow line, and sped down that mountain. Outside of the above, there were picnics at McDonald's Beach in New Jersey, as well as picnics at Sebago Lake in Harriman State Park. Last, there was the beach, at Riis Park. The difference in temperature on a 90 degree day, between Flatbush Avenue, and the area of Riis Park by the ocean, was remarkable. I remember the waves, which we used to ride on, at that beach. At that time, there didn't appear to be a shark problem. The NYPD used to patrol the beach, with their helicopters. Also, there were a number of small planes with their advertising banners. Last, I remember the vending personnel, who used to come by with ice cream and soft drinks. They wore these white outfits, as well as white helmets. One time, as a youngster, no more than 6 years old, I wondered away from my parents on the beach, and became lost. I was panicky, until I was found by two very nice teenage girls. They located the area of the beach, where my parents were. About five years later, we were back at Riis Park, on a very warm day. There were many waves breaking about 100 feet or so, from the shore line. We couldn't have been more than 30 feet from the shore. All of a sudden, this gigantic (I really mean a big wave, perhaps 25 feet high), came out of nowhere, and knocked the four of us (my parents, my brother and myself), under the water. Three of us got up, but my younger brother was missing. My Mother began screaming frantically for him. Fortunately, my Father was able to quickly locate my brother, who was under the water, and pull him out of the ocean. He was alright, and we were extremely fortunate that incident had a happy ending.

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