“...part of memories our kids still cherish...”
My two and their families also.
I can remember going down there and always eating at Plessas’ Tavern at 891 Price Street, just off 101, the first night. Their baked clam on the half shell was beyong belief and if we three kids emptied our plate, Mr Lazarus, the owner after Mr Plessa died in the 1940’s, would give us a hershey bar to share.
At the south end of Price street going out of town is a motel that was there when we first went there. And they planted a tree in 1960 that we always called my mom’s tree because she like it. My mom passed about 8 years ago but that tree is still there, about 60 feet tall now, but is a real memory for me.
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