Gloucester, MA. Summer 2012.
In 1998 my parents bought a small, run down house by Good Harbor Beach, now referred to with anticipatory pride as The Beach House. My father tirelessly worked to follow his dream of owning a home on the ocean, and created a haven that we escape to every summer. St. Peter’s Fiesta has been a tradition in Gloucester, MA for years, and I captured a few moments to keep for myself from this weekend. There is a bell mounted on the wall as you enter the house, and every summer, countless times, little hands ring it as a reminder that Dad is with us. Come in! Come in!