Jersey Shore Magazine
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to attend a town Christmas celebration under a huge tent erected in the firehouse parking lot hosted by the Bay Head Yacht Club (which also sustained major damage). It was wonderful to see the smiling faces of old friends, many who had lost their homes and businesses, celebrating the coming holidays, in spite of their terrible losses. I felt the warmth of the community coming together, and knew that storms may come and go, but whatever they may take away, the spirit of this lovely little community cannot be broken. In a place so steeped with tradition, I accept that it can never be quite the same, but Bay Head will always be a place of fond memories, and a place to create new ones for generations to come. photo by Jennifer enright BEACHCOMBER continued from page 25 The Jolly Tar, Bay Head. The landmark store will be reopening this summer. Francine LaVance Robertshaw is the author of "The Bluffs, Bay Head, NJ – The Story Of A Hotel At The Jersey Shore." She lives in Palm Desert, California. Hurricane Sandy by Jennifer Enright j e r s e y s h o r e • s p r i n g 2 0 1 3 I am one of the lucky ones. When Hurricane Sandy landed on my hometown of Point Pleasant, my home did not flood. My car was not ruined. I did not lose my job. We lost seven thirty-five-foot trees and the contents of our fridge and freezer. Our power went out around noon on the day of the storm and was restored within a week. It took another week to get our cable and internet back, and because his business is completely dependent on the computer, my husband lost two weeks of work. Our bottom line was definitely impacted, but minimally in comparison to so many of our friends and neighbors. And so we are lucky. As lucky as I am, I am still sad. Because except for the few years I was away at college, and a few years after that, I have lived my whole life in Point Pleasant. Although my parents like to rib me that I claimed as a teenager that I would never live in such a small town as an adult, this town is where I returned, like a sea turtle, to my nesting spot. To live, and raise my family, planning to grow up and grow old at the shore. Northstream Parkway, Point Pleasant Borough, October 30, 2012, around noon. photo by Jennifer Enright 26 I recognized the beauty of this place and was grateful for it. Nearly every time I crossed the Manasquan River into Point, I thought how pretty it looked, and often remembered that I was lucky to live in a place where others vacationed. By default, I was raised here, but now I chose to reside here. The night I got my driver's license, my mom let me borrow her car. My friends and I went to a party, but I dropped them off about an hour before my curfew so I could drive alone. I drove south down Route 35, through Bay Head and Mantoloking, along the old concrete highway thump-thumping through my tires and reverberating through my body as I drove with the windows down and the radio on. It was a warm night in early May. The sky was clear,