There are places I remember....

.... all my life, though some have changed. Some forever, not for better - some are gone and some remain. (Lennon/McCartney)

Nana’s Onset beach house:

Nana McClellan had a summer house in Onset. We would drive through Middleboro on Rt28, past the farm with the “Dalmatian Cows”. Into Wareham’s Onset section, we would cross the bridge over the East River and very soon turn right onto a narrow side street (it must have been Admiral Way or possibly Onset Bay Lane). There was a story that there used to be a large hotel at the end – right on the beach – that had burned down years before. Nana’s 2-story cottage was on the right side and about two or three houses before the beach. We would go around to the left side of the house and enter through the rear – never used the front door and don’t know why. Anyway, we spent little time in the house – instead heading to the beach and looking for shells. Looking left there was the marina with all sorts of boats, but usually we went to the right to the point of sand at the mouth of the river. Occasionally we wandered as far up as the bridge. This beach was not on the open ocean and had shells like no other beach we knew (i.e. Brant Rock, Humarock or Duxbury) and was therefore always an adventure. After Nana passed away, the cottage went to Aunt Edie and Uncle Bud. We visited at least once more while they owned it, and then it left the family ownership.

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Auntie Gin’s house:

Auntie Gin (my fathers half-sister) & Uncle (Fred ?) owned the house in Whitman on the corner of Auburn Street & School Street. In our view, the house was fancy – with a bar in the section connecting the main house to the garage. At the top of the stairs was like a balcony going all around the opening. Outside, the yard was long and narrow and mostly to the right of the house (similar to our Carver home & yard). Towards the far end was a large Weeping Willow tree we would climb, and a decorative wishing well under it. This also had a circular drive, but didn’t go around the house. I recall sitting in the car waiting seemingly forever to leave and Dad telling us “We’re just waiting for Windy (referring to Nenna) to stop talking so we can go home”. We kids thought that Dad calling Mom “Windy” was just about the funniest thing we had heard.
Dad lived above Auntie Gin’s garage for a while after the divorce.

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Aunt Gerry’s House:

Dad’s other half-sister Gerry lived in a rundown & overgrown house on Bedford Street in Whitman. We only went there once or twice as I recall. It was torn down to make way for the current Burger King. Aunt Gerry was generally considered to be kind of crazy. We kids barely knew her.

Uncle Macs Pembroke trailer home:

I have a very young memory of visiting Uncle Mac and Aunt Shirley and cousins Mo & Jo when they lived in Pembroke. Their road (possibly un-paved) turned off of Wampatuck Street at an angle, and their trailer home (white & brown?) was on the right side – surrounded by tall pine trees. We played tag in the yard, and Wes, Laurie, Maureen and Joanne got to walk to the end of the road to Oldham Pond. I apparently wasn’t old enough to go. I’m sure I had been inside the trailer, but have only a vague uncertain recollection of it.

Mary Blauss relatives in Whitman? Joneses maybe? Bates maybe?

I have a very young memory of attending a party with some unremembered relatives at a house in Whitman? I vaguely recall the interior, but clearly remember they had a circular driveway that went off the street on one side of the house, circled all the way around behind and came back out to the street on the other side.

Cranberry Company acquaintances?

The Taylors (I believe my parents knew from working at Ocean Spray) invited us to visit their summer place in Myles Standish Forest. The dirt road leading to there we called the rollercoaster road as it went up and down over very large hills. From the top of each hill you could see ahead to the next number of approaching hills. The terrain consisted of lots of scrub pine and sand, and I can only suppose the house was on one of the many ponds. A dirt driveway led off of the dirt road and curved up to the front of the house. A wooden sign with the inscription "The Taylor's" was nailed to a tree at the head of the driveway. Wooden steps led up to a wooden deck –this house I have no idea what the inside looked like.