This is a very special photo for me. You see, when I turned 8 years old I was lucky enough to spend a couple weeks with my grandparents at their home by Little Bay in New Hampshire. There, my Grand father devoted a glorious morning to teaching me the finer points of rowing. Back then he had a 12' wooden pram that was a joy to row. It was one of those summer days where the sun, coming up through the pines, seemed to sparkle a little brighter and I can still feel the grain of the wooden oars in my hands. The oarlocks were brass and having a green hue to them creaked as my grandfather and I worked to keep my oar sweeps even. My grandfather always told people I had learned to row in 15 minutes. It seemed to take forever at that age. A bit of a window into how an 8-year-old sees things versus how a 58 year old views them.
Anyway it is a cherished memory of mine, one I had the privilege of sharing with Juli, Ben and Stevie. This photo is at that magic 15 minute mark where Stevie has gotten the hang of it. "Nothing so good as messing about in small boats
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