I have mentioned before that my family lived in Virginia in the 1950′s when my Father was on exchange from the RAF to attend the Armed Forces Staff College in Norfolk Virginia for two and a half years from 1954 – 56. Initially we lived in Norfolk, in a house that backed onto the Chesapeake waterways, and then in a house in Virginia Beach, five minutes walk from the beach. Both were idyllic surroundings in which children could explore and play, and I have many fond memories of that time – messing around in boats, swimming endlessly and catching freshwater crabs with a chicken neck on a string from our own private jetty.
My brother is in Washington on business, and decided to drive south to see if the houses where we lived were still there, and today he sent these photos. What a treat to see them again, and to know someone still cares for them. The Virginia Beach house is now one of the few older ones remaining on 52nd Street, as many have been demolished to make way for bigger up-market homes and high rise buildings along the beach front.
I would have spent many many hours on this beach in summertime.
