This picture of my daughter Devon and l was taken at Gulfport Beach by "the PELICAN MAN" who died not too long after this was taken in the 70's. He would pull a wagon around with poles on it holding coke bottles with the chemicals needed to develop the pictures right away. l seem to have lost one taken with me in the 40's.
l remember a lot of things down at the beach in the 40's, after all we went down there EVERY DAY until about a week before my sister Bonnie Gale was born (named for the no-name hurricane on Oct. 19, 1944).
On one of the trips to our beach, my mom, a great swimmer who even saved peoples lives when she was a teen.....actually swam out beyond the raft that was there at one time, to meet up with my dad who had flown in on one of those airplanes that land on water. They both waved at us kids - he left to go back to the Jacksonville Naval Base and she swam back to us. For a moment l was afraid she was leaving us.
Another time, when dad was home on leave we all went to the beach, stopped for a coke at the Shack (now the Pub on 56th and Shore Blvd.) and then settled in our spot by the water. Mom asked dad if he found a place for the small bag of garbage on the way down. He was so embarassed when he remembered he had left it on the counter at the Shack. l bet THEY were surprised when the opened it.