Around 1942 my grandparents and father moved to California.  Obviously, while they were there they went to the beach.  It may have been their first time in an ocean.

I found this photo one day several years ago when I was at my aunt’s home going through a suitcase of photos. From left to right is a woman I don’t know, my great grandmother Rury, my grandmother and her sister.  There’s another photo with my grandfather in seaweed shorts.  I would love to hear the story about how this.  I don’t find it surprising, knowing my grandmother, and it is delightful to have a photo capturing a moment of lighthearted silliness and fun.