I asked my grandmother if I could quote her for a paper I am writing about Pensacola beach, this will probably mean a lot more to my family that I am friends with on here, but I absolutely love what she wrote. (Obviously I will not be using this whole quote in my paper) “For 26 years my family has gathered at Pensacola Beach for spring break. The babies had their first swims in the resort pool. We spread out blankets and umbrellas on the soft warm sand at the edge of the Gulf, made our ritual pilgrimages to the Pensacola Naval Airbase to watch the Blue Angels practice and listen to my lectures on World War II as we toured the Naval Air Museum on base. When we began traveling south each April the little town of Pensacola Beach was a string of Taco joints, T shirt shops, low slung motels, and bars with beer on tap and dead fish on the walls. But times change and families grow and Pensacola Beach hasn’t stayed the same either. Hi rises line the waterfront, tacos are listed on fancy restaurant menus with fancy new prices, Fort Pickens at the western end of the island succumbed to a hurricane a few years ago, we’ve lost some loved ones, and the baby in the pool is the first member of a whole new generation. The road down the middle of narrow Santa Rosa Island still passes some old beach houses on stilts and the space ship house that became famous for surviving a hurricane that took out all its neighbors. The white sand and low dunes stretch for miles on both sides of the road, and dolphins continue their ancient paths along the horizon. There is no finer sand, no clearer water, and no better vacation spot.”
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 03:47:25 +0000
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