My mom told us they went to the Jersey shore that summer and one night they went to the top of the hill in Long Branch to watch a ship burning offshore.
Our families went to the Jersey shore every summer starting during WW2, and continuing afterwards. I was 7 when the war ended. I vividly remember how every time I went to the ocean I ended up with tar on my feet and suffered having mom remove it with turpentine which painfully burned the skin.