OUR OCEAN CITY

Do you remember the first time you came to Ocean City? I do…I also remember all the good times after that first time. There was something about that view from the Route #50 Bridge that was timeless. The view of the inlet with the fishing boats, the Ferris wheel looming over everything. In the early years we didn’t have air-conditioning in the car so the windows were already open waiting for that first whiff of the ocean, with the advent of air-conditioning the windows opened to bring in that wonderful freshness.
Then children blessed our home and at least once a year we packed the car and came to Ocean City to renew. We would get to the Route #50 Bridge and the children would say in unison….there it is…there’s the ocean. It was still there unchanged, waiting for them.
I now had children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren all waiting to visit. Going across that bridge the view was still timeless. I was young again if only briefly.
Two years ago we became permanent residents, voting cards and all. We started taking a shorter route to our home in Montego Bay, over the Route #90 Bridge. Repairs had to be made to the bridge so we decided to use my beloved Route #50. Horrors! My beautiful view, the one that made me feel young, was gone….replaced by rows on condos. I was in shock! My youth was gone, this time forever.
When I saw this picture it took my breath away because here is my view, captured for as long as I wish to see it. With the help of my computer I can soar like a bird over all the interesting places all the way to Assateague Island.
This is the last in the Jane Thomas photos. I hope you enjoyed seeing them as much as I enjoyed sending them to you. Thank you, Jane!

Vera