Let me tell ya, a hand-drawn map of Cherry Grove is not something I ever expected to see at the New York Historical Society.
Andrew suggested we go to see photos taken there more than half a century ago. You live long enough and EVERYTHING becomes respectable. Or, exhibition-worthy, at least.
Although you can't catch a sea plane anymore, things haven't changed that much in the Grove, or the Pines, its high falutin' sister to the east, where both of us have shared a home.
Back in the day, the ferries (and upper bodies) may have been smaller
Actually, I surreptitiously took this shot in 1988, my virgin summer in the Pines. Photos like these were mostly below-the-radar before the age of Instagram. Doesn't he look like a young Mel Gibson? Cancel that!
Narcissism used to require two people.
Sometimes even today.
You can't beat a parasol prop
. . .for guys playing dress-up.
Who knew? Looks like the Invasion had its origins in small craft on the Great South Bay. Bring back the Regatta--so DIY!
Hard to believe drag was once considered a "serious situation," even in Cherry Grove. Kinda like "trouble" in River City. With a capital "D"!
The curators did a great job of documenting the ebb and flow of notable visitors.
Marty Mann (left), the first woman to get sober in Alcoholics Anonymous, founded the National Council on Alcoholism. Coincidentally, I joined that organization in 1989, the year after I began summering in the Pines. And as far as I'm concerned, Carson (right) said everything that needs to be said on the dynamics of love.
Once upon a time, I was one, too.
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