In the early 1960’s I was a toddler splashing in the waves at Rockaway Beach, Queens. Laughing I ran toward the water. Shrieking I backed up from the water. Waves tickled my toes. I ran away from my big sister, Ronnie, and found starfish near the jetty. “Go in the water and wash the sand out of your bathing suit,” Mom said.
We summered in a rented bungalow on Beach 98th St. half a block from the subway and half a block from Playland. The bungalow had one bedroom where all the kids piled in one big bed. I hated the cold water outdoor shower. I loved crowding around the table for cereal and eating sandwiches on the front porch.
This is similar to our bungalow court.