I was 5 years old and we lived on Quincy Avenue and the beach in Margate. I went to bed and it was dark and rainy. When we awoke, the ocean was coming down the block and the water was up to our front steps.
My dad’s cousin, Stanley Cohn, came down the block in a fire truck and got us out in a rowboat. We went to my grandparents’ house in Northfield for a few days. When we returned to Quincy, piles of sand and dead fish lined the block. It stunk!
A year later we moved down the block to the bay. My parents still live in that house, but the ocean block house was recently torn down for a bigger, newer version.
We must remember we live on a barrier island, and one day nature will take it back.
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