Dispatches from Home – Acorns and The Edgewater Gulf Hotel.

Greetings!
As a child in the 1950s, Mom, Dad, and I frequently ate lunch in the dining room of the Edgewater Gulf Hotel after church. After lunch, they would sit in comfy lawn chairs while I romped and played under the cathedral of oaks that graced the manicured lawn.
In the fall, the grounds were awash in acorns. I loved dashing about, the crunching sound of the cracking acorns beneath my feet making me smile. Sixty-five years later, they still do.
The world is a tough place to live in these days. Look for the simple joys of life to add a bit of peace to a world gone mad.
Big hug, ya’ll!
(Originally published October 19, 2021)
