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Concrete Ship: Letters from Kyiv
A Final Farewell to Cape May Point
Take a moment and get into your child’s mind. Can you still go there to that time before you had responsibilities and knowledge of the world and its ways? Now, imagine you are a child in the six to eight years old zone (this would have been 1971–1973 for the author). This child now goes to school and maybe has some chores throughout the year. Maybe they are a member of one of the scouting organizations, play some sort of midget sport and go to Sunday school. A couple days after school lets out, they climb into the family car for a two-hour drive through the South Jersey countryside and end up at a very old home on the second floor. That place on the beach has the ruins of an old lighthouse, an abandoned and mysterious military bunker and a sunken ship laying the water all within walking distance of your summer retreat. Yes, sit back and think with your child’s mind. Conjure up all the tales and games you could come up with back when your imagination was developing. Back in a time without anything but a color TV and books as in-home entertainment. Can you get a picture of that?
This essay will be about the sunken ship made out of concrete. Earlier I wrote about the Cape Avenue jetty and how we called it a rock pile in my family. Well, what many call the concrete ship, my family called the sunken ship. Which one sounds more…
