After all the animals were sold and gone, all the belongings that would fit in the old Plymouth were packed in and we were off to NJ. We arrived in Wildwood and stayed a few days in a man's house that Dad knew from somewhere.
That's where I got my first look at the ocean. It was a cold windy day, so all we could do was look at the shells and starfish. I believe it was in March when we got there. One thing I remember was the globs of thick crude oil that you had to watch out for. I think these were from a Norwegian tanker that was torpedoed 5 miles off Wildwood.
There were many old cars left on the beach in those days. They were neat to play in.
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