Thursday, June 14, 2012
There's something special about the rural towns, especially the little fishing village our cottage resides in.
We had a beautiful weekend up there at the end of May, and probably thee best Memorial Day ever. We were invited to a home town fish boil, the kind that only the neighbors are invited to, invitation by word-of-mouth. It lead to a invitation onto the fishing boat of one of the locals. (I guess heading to church on Sunday paid off since it was there we were invited to the celebration and there that Jeff the fisherman who passed me a Bible invited Oliver to learn about bay fishing.)
Here are our next door neighbors:
That's Gloria and Roger, aka Gramma and Grampa Johnson. Roger built Oliver his sand box and Gloria provides old Matchbox cars to Oliver when he visits her.
I'll give you the low down on the rest of the party in my next post.
at 6:10 PM