Dear Friend,

     As my birthday, May 2, draws near, I am sitting here by you thinking of the many years, the good times and bad, we have shared together. You have splashed the shores of the east and north sides of the peninsula of Coles Point as Machodac Creek bordered the western side. It’s like talking to an ole friend as I think of the many times I have walked your beaches from spring to fall and even walked your ice in winter. Daddy used to walk your ice to take supplies to the lighthouse keeper and also to relieve him in winter. I remember standing by your ice on two sad occasions when duck hunters were missing. Happily, one was found safely in Maryland where he had drifted on a block of ice. Sadly, one was not found, just his body a few months later.

     So many good times I have had swimming and fishing in your waters, picnicking beside you with family and friends, riding your waves, enjoying your breath-taking views year round.

     My Daddy took me fishing in early morning near the lighthouse because that’s where the fishing was good. I went fishing many times with my sister and husband in a small boat nearer the shore off Billy’s Point and Stoney Bar. How I loved the bouncing over your waves as we came in late in the evening. The spray of your salt water on my face made me proud to be a waterman’s daughter and have the joy of such free recreation. I remember how many thoughts I could have while holding one end of the fishing line with the other end dangling on your bottom with its hook and bait. Some think it takes patience to fish and they miss all the benefits holding that line provides. The whole world needs to slow down, especially us.

     I have watched watermen empty their crab pots, with bobbling corks, from your deep water and I have sadly watched the shells from Dahlgren splash your waters into a geyser. The dead fish arrived a little later on your lovely white beaches.

     Retired folks and city folks still enjoy much recreation that you provide, but I often wonder why the native folks don’t take time for recreation as they did when I was young. I long to ride your waves again and meditate while holding a fishing line. Until then, I’ll walk your beaches, fish from the piers, and fill my heart with your spectacular views. I’m grateful for the delicious food you have provided for my body and the nourishment you have given my soul. Some folks have been kind enough to want to keep you clean and healthy so you can still be our beautiful river and we thank them.

     Roll on dear friend with majesty and pride as we stay close to God who made us both.

Fondly,

Florence

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