{"id":877,"date":"2012-06-25T18:54:03","date_gmt":"2012-06-25T22:54:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/?p=877"},"modified":"2018-10-22T14:51:53","modified_gmt":"2018-10-22T18:51:53","slug":"holden-beach-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/holden-beach-memories\/","title":{"rendered":"Holden Beach Memories"},"content":{"rendered":"

Holden Beach Memories<\/strong>
\nBy Casey E. Reeves<\/p>\n

Funny how the human mind\u2026.or at least the one I carry around\u2026has the ability to clearly remember things that happened decades ago, yet can\u2019t recall what I had for lunch yesterday. Useful facts, like my driver\u2019s license number or supervisor\u2019s birthday, would be lost forever if not scribbled down on a Post-it note somewhere. However, I not only remember\u2026but can sing (painfully off-key, mind you) every lyric to the Beatle\u2019s Sgt. Pepper\u2019s album. Go figure!<\/p>\n

I was pondering this curiosity earlier today as I set out to post a \u201cHappy Birthday\u201d message to mom on Facebook. I couldn\u2019t remember how old she was going to be this year (*gasp, I know\u2026horrible daughter alert)…so I constructed a generic, non-age-mentioning, greeting and started searching through old photo files for a cute baby picture of her to attach instead. That\u2019s when I came across this amazing picture of my mom and her father in the early 1950\u2019s.<\/p>\n

Across the bottom of the photo, someone had scrawled, \u201cPeggy & Daddy 1956-57 @ Holden Beach\u201d. In the photo my mother (who I now know was 4-years old) is perched high in the air atop my grandfather\u2019s bear-sized hand\u2026 looking perfectly content to have this bird\u2019s-eye view of the Holden Beach shoreline.<\/p>\n

Unfortunately she was too young to have much recollection of that actual day, but according to her smile when I shared it with her; I think she remembers the feeling of being there.<\/p>\n

To bring this ramble full-circle, I started to reminisce about my own childhood memories, primarily those that occurred on Holden Beach. Mind you I can\u2019t claim to be a native, I was born and raised one island to the west (Ocean Isle), but as many Brunswick County children can claim\u2026we did lots of island hopping in the summer months!<\/p>\n

One of my personal favorites occurred during the summer of my 5th grade year. A dear friend of mine lived in home facing the Intracoastal not far from the current Town Hall. I used to live for the weekends when our parents agreed that I could sleep-over 2 nights in a row! This was one of those amazing weekends.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m sure her parents must have taken us to play putt-putt at some point\u2026and fairly certain I recall a delicious scoop of ice-cream running down the side of my cheek (rainbow sherbet, was it?!)\u2026but the memory that remains tucked in my mind with complete clarity happened the morning I was scheduled to go back home.<\/p>\n

My friend and I raced to the shoreline one last time to gather shells and get our feet wet in the tide pools. On our journey we discovered a swath of long, narrow shells like none we had ever seen before. I now know that these are razor shells\/razor clams\u2026but at the time, they looked like the best pair of Lee Press-on Nails an 11-year old girl could dream of! We gathered as many shells as we possibly could and carted them back to the house in the upturned hems of our t-shirts. Once the shells were washed and dried we proceeded to paint each razor shell with her mother\u2019s bright pink nail polish and Krazy Glue them directly to our fingertips! We paraded around the living room like movie stars, proud of our discovery and artistic skill.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll skip the part of the story that comes next\u2026when her mom finds us\u2026..and her empty bottle of Krazy Glue. It\u2019s not pleasant \u2013 but sure does make for one heck of a funny Holden Beach memory!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Funny how the human mind\u2026.or at least the one I carry around\u2026has the ability to clearly remember things that happened decades ago, yet can\u2019t recall what I had for lunch yesterday. Useful facts, like my driver\u2019s license number or supervisor\u2019s birthday, would be lost forever if not scribbled down on a Post-it note somewhere…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":289,"featured_media":879,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"image","meta":[],"categories":[175],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/877"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/289"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=877"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/877\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2197,"href":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/877\/revisions\/2197"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/879"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=877"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=877"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/holdenbeach.me\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=877"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}