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I grew up spending August at my grandparents’ New England shore cottage in Groton Long Point (GLP), Connecticut. I treasure those memories of historic cedar shake houses that lined the beaches and lagoon.
The sound of distant fog horns from offshore boats, and the crisp, pale, comfortable decor in which the interior of every house was dressed.
We ate our weight in lobsters, steamers, and my grandmother’s Hawaiian steak. We visited Mystic (and, yes, ate at the famous Mystic Pizza – which really is a thing). It was soooo good.
GLP felt “beachy” without the stereotypical palm trees and seashell motifs you usually see at beach houses. We spent the days riding our coasting bikes around the point, stopping at its little beaches and searching for sea glass (and smiling with delight when we found a red or a blue piece). I always thought sea glass would make a really cool back splash … if only I had enough!
Things were comfortable without feeling worn. Shabby chic before that was even a thing! I would let the hours drift by curled up with a great book, enjoying the sweet and salty shore breeze through all the open windows (no air conditioning in these houses!).