Lobster Rolls, My Mother-in-Law, and Other New England Treasures
First road-trip stop—Boston—to see my 98-year-old (in Sept.) mother- in- law. The witty remarks and laughter kept coming. Her gratitude for our visit, her health, and being alive were apparent. So was her interest in me. She asked a lot of questions about my writing, teaching, daughter, and grandson. And listened. I loved being with her. More than ever.
Onto New Hampshire to the Wentworth. Lots of swimming, porch- sitting, and walking. Talk about relaxing. Fried clams at The Ice House for one meal, lobster rolls for another, an A for both.
Wells, Maine for my sister-in-law’s and brother-in-law’s big birthdays: lobsters at night, an afternoon on a schooner out of Kennebunkport with family and her friends, a bike-ride along the ocean and feeling the breeze, and walks on Moody Beach were lovely. I entered an Andrew Wyeth painting.
Closing banquet on the way home: lobster rolls and clam chowder at Chauncey Creek Lobster Pier, nobody does ‘em better
