From as early as I can remember, Kennebunk Maine has been my sanctuary place. A place that feels familiar in it’s salty sweetness, and a place that never ceases to amaze me with it’s natural beauty.
My folks have had a home on Sea Road since I was two, and my memories of family time often begin in the back seat of a station wagon as my brother and sister and I would stake out our vinyl covered territory, making the long drive from Michigan to Maine while my Mom and Dad plotted our trip with the “occasional” bathroom pitstop.
Morning time was always my favorite, and after our arrival, and my race around the house to re-discover that everything was in fact as I remembered it- I would anxiously await each new day. Dawn brought with it, the natural wonder of my surroundings- and most often my time was spent endlessly exploring the back territory of our own private nature reserve (it really was not ours but seemed that way) which was once the back forty acres of wooded land behind our salt box cape.
When i think back, I know that although my parents were in the background- other than family mealtimes , an occasional afternoon at the beach, or a night around the card table playing games- each of devoured our time there as one might devour a bucked of blueberries freshly picked and still warm from the sun, in a private reverie.
Steamers, lobsters, cocktails, and corn on the cob seemed the perfect way to end a sun soaked summer afternoon, and cousins gathered as we circled around the drawn butter dish to dip the delicate morsels of seafood with obvious tan lines becoming even more pronounced as the evening progressed, and the whir of the blender would send us into a frenzy when my Dad would offer to make our favorite summer virgin strawberry daiquiris!
Last night we had such a night, although more than twenty years have passed since those memories began, we continue to gather here. Things have changed so much in our lives, and many of us have families of our own. Now, cousins giggle and laugh, and slip and slide, and play at the beach while us “bigger” kids breathe it all in. Our last few days of summer will be marked by the photos we took here, capturing these moments so that we have proof that there are days here that really are this beautiful.. and that one morning in Maine can fill your soul for a lifetime. If you’ve never been… I sure do recommend a trip- it’s well worth the experience.