July 27, 2013

This I Believe | Tradition keeps family close

I believe in playing horseshoes on a sunny summer day on the 110th street beach in Stone Harbor, New Jersey. Playing horseshoes on the beach is a family tradition that dates back long before I was born. It began when my Great Grandfather built a house in Stone Harbor back in 1960. Over the years he passed down the tradition to my grandfather and then to my mom and aunts and uncles. One of the first memories I have of being at the beach is learning how to “properly” hold and throw a horseshoe. My grandfather would say “thumb on the dent of the shoe with your index finger up the side. Don’t throw it—flick it and use your wrist.” My five cousins and I heard this over and over until we finally got it right.

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