In what reality can you go to a book club meeting with people from as far west as Calgary, as far east as Halifax, as far south as Houston and as far north as.....Edmonton? and all points in between? There are so many aspects to life in this place that just are not "real" life. Multiple generations sit on front porches every afternoon and just visit. A busy day consists of mowing three yards, walking the dog on the sandbars, attending a margarita party, playing a little sandbar golf, sitting on the beach and visiting with friends and relatives, eating dinner and then attending book club until almost midnight, oh and throw in a load of laundry just for good measure. Then fall asleep with the windows open and the curtains blowing in the breeze and sleep like a baby! This certainly does not happen at home in "real" life.
In "real" life there are not things like the Mini Olympics. The mini Olympics began in 1976 when the Olympics were in Montreal and in the spirit of the games the people of the shore decided to start some games of their own. It is one of the few times in the summer that being a Brown or a Christie does not matter. Three kids between the ages of 6 and 16 form teams and compete in games such as the basketball free throw contest or the spoon and golf ball run or broad jump or other random but fun games. There is a very nice engraved trophy to which the winning team gets their names added, for posterity. I think even a few of my kids have their names on that plaque! There is a lot of history there! This is not "real" life! It is our own little idyllic environment, our own Camelot.
|This year's winners holding the plaque...future Olympians?!|