Prior to Pearl Harbor we used to spend the summer in Madison Ct. on Long Island Sound. My Dad came on weekends and often brought guests. The adults would have a dinner of various seafood (clams, crab, mussels, etc) and my brother, Bob and I would have hot dogs or peanut butter sandwiches and tomato soup. We could walk to the public beach where there was a large pier and breakwater. We had a small wooden boat that my brother could row. We helped clean the cottage and walk to the library on days we didn't spend at the beach. The library was unique in that it had a glass floor upstairs and you could see downstairs through the frosted floor. There was a small stream behind our cottage that opened to the sound. When Bob and I heard a hurricane was expected, we decided to take the rowboat out to get a better look. Bob was rowing as fast as he could and we were almost to the end of the wharf and breakwater when we heard a motor boat coming behind us. It was the uniformed man from the the beach port. "What in the world are you doing out here when we have a hurricane warning?"
"We just wanted to watch the hurricane," We said. He put a rope on our boat and towed us in to the beach. He took our little boat and put it upside down on the top of the bath house and secured it with some rope and sent us home. I don't think Mother was aware that we had taken the boat out. Another thing about our stay at the "Koch Cottage" was that they had pretty pink glass compotes that I used to make dessert by filling with fruit cocktail and Canada Dry ginger ale. We used to take empty mayonnaise jars...
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