|I took this picture on the way to the New Montefiore Cemetery, for my brother's funeral just over a week ago.|
Jones Beach, that gorgeous Long Island beach, multiple beaches- by parking lots- if I'm not mistaken, was my favorite summer place to go when I was young. Besides the glorious beach, which dwarfed all others, I loved the Indian crafts, basket-weaving and beading. I don't think I've been there since I was 18. That last visit was with a friend. I drove, and we danced to the Indian drummer...
For some strange reason, the rich smell of a certain flower always reminds me of Jones Beach. Those flowers decorated the areas between the parking lots and the beach itself.
Does anyone else remember Jones Beach? And do you remember the sweet smell of those flowers? What do you remember?