I just got a wonderful email from the daughter of friends of my parents. She is the one who dated Bill Ayers in high school, as she was a Norwegian beauty. Her mother retired to Tucson, and her parents were very good with my mother after she was widowed to include her in social functions. She was so active in her retirement as she played volleyball with a senior group who won nationals for her age group. When she was an eight year old, her uncle lived within a mile of our islands and she would spend her summer vacation clamming with him during the depression. We have sent her photos of the islands and the old bridge which she remembers. I told her in my return email, that my then seven year old granddaughter found a fresh water pearl in a clam. My mother's friend told stories how the meat from the clams was sold to farmers for hog feed, the shells which had mother of pearl were sold to a button factory in Iowa, and they made their spending money on the once in awhile pearls which they kept in a jar. This 92 year old lights up talking about her memories as an eight year old girl clamming. She is doing well, and it makes me so happy, because I told my wife at 25 she reminded me of my mother's friend by the way she kept busy and probably was going to be a hot old lady.
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