Star Island - My Favorite Place

How exciting to see a post and link to a story about my favorite place in the world.  Star Island, is part of a cluster of islands known as the Isle of Shoals. It is just off the coast of New Hampshire and Maine, it is a place of such simple beauty and peace. A Facebook post alerted  me to an article see the link here.
http://www.bostonglobe.com/lifestyle/travel/2012/06/16/new-hampshire-isles-shoals-spend-night-oceanic-hotel/at0xDwQTNeDV18GcqldJWK/story.html

Brigadoon like mist over Star Island as viewed from New Hampshire shore

I plan to look for 2 days we can escape to Star Island for a personal retreat. My luggage  will have binoculars and spotting scope, bird books, fishing gear, musical instruments, sketch pad, journal for writing, photography gear, a kite, swim suit and - oh I'll need more days!!! I'm ready to go right now!

Star Island Slide Show  far better than my photo!!
http://starisland.org/media/slideshow/
                              

Here is their Facebook link: https://www.facebook.com/mobileprotection#!/StarIslandCorp

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Rye Beach

Rye Beach, New Hampshire

rhythm of my heart
 timeline
Gull cry
family
memories

My grandmother Pauline ( Tiny) Marshall

My aunt Ginny 1921

My Dad in 1936 or 37 tan as can be and playing with a friend named Ricky.

December 10, 2011
      I am drawn to visit the beach and walk the sand and listen to the gulls cry. This is an exercise in reconnecting with my past. This is a place I go  that lifts my spirits and reminds me of where I come from and where I want to go. While standing here gazing out at Star Island ( one of my most favorite places in the world) I couldn't help but wonder when my Dad last saw this beach of his childhood and did he ever think it might be the last time. I took a few minutes extra to soak up this wonderful scenery, I am so glad I made the trip to New Hampshire for storytelling and a side visit to see my cousins at the beach and take a walk full of memories!

Journey of a Thousand Goodbyes

          My father passed away last week. He was a captive of Dementia or Alzheimer's for several years and in passing over that journey has ended and another begun. Herman F. Marshall was born July 19, 1929 in Manchester, New Hampshire. His story is our family memory now and I'm reading the things he wrote to save his memories, now they become part of my memories. There is a notebook collection of the people, places and things that were special and everyday in his life.

                I can't say all the things I feel, or process all the emotions yet. I did spend the duration of Hurricane Irene's heavy rains scanning in these old photo and re-establishing a mental image of my Dad from before the time when age and illness waged war on his body.    

                                                                                           
     This may have been a last family photo, Charles Marshall my Dad's father died when Dad was only 18 months old. There was no collection of stories and anecdotes, just a few old photos. I can see from this one how much my Dad adored his older sister Ginny, as he did his whole life!   How my Grandmother managed  raising her two children on her own, well she was strong she had to be.

                                                                                    
      My father was a photographer and one thing I could tell from the box of old family photos I brought home from his house was the interest must have started when he was little. Considering the hard times and single parenting they still managed to get a lot of photos of my Dad as a boy. He had never shared some of these, so there are surprises along the way as I scan my way through the box.                        

                                                                                    
Summers were spent in Rye and Hampton Beach New Hampshire. Someone had a nice pony, this is one of the photos I had never seen but makes me understand more why he was so excited when we got my first pony.Little could he have guessed how much impact that pony would have on the rest of my life.
                                                                                  
                                                                                     

Here he is with his sister after 8th grade graduation. Pretty dapper dresser even then! He was always one for a suit and tie when he was going somewhere. When he worked for the newspaper as a photographer he was always in a suit with a white starched shirt. I finally got him to wear a colored shirt when I was a teen. It was very conservative though.

1945 and 16 year old Herman takes on a growth spurt propelling him to his mature height of 6 feet.

WWII and someone had to help build a highway across Alaska's expanse and off he went just 17 and enlisted with his mothers signature. Another adventure that included chasing a moose down the AlCan highway as they worked on it.

After the army it was photo school in Boston and landing the job at the Hartford Courant as staff photographer. He met my mother there and the rest as they say is history!

We added this photo to an album when they celebrated their 50th Anniversary.

Herman and Jessie Marshall

Look at that I've got my cowboy boots on!

Dad is gone but the memories are fresh and alive. I have scanned the photos and posted the blog to share them with family and friends so the story doesn't end there is always another chapter.  On Sept.27, 2011 I will be one of the speakers at Eastern Connecticut University when the Psychology dept. hosts a program on Alzheimer's Awareness. I want to share  some of my father's journey with the students and community. We need a cure and better treatments, we need understanding, we need to save the memories now!  Alzheimer's is the Journey of 1000 Goodbyes as each skill and memory slip past the shroud and disappear. The parting is slow and long as the bright and vivacious, person we know slowly recedes into a mist of confusion. Like any fog it occasionally lifts for a captured moment and memory. I knew my Dad spent many hours with his memories, they played like a long Saturday picture show from his childhood until the credits rolled.