Thursday, February 5, 2009
Once again I have a picture from Commenter Breezeway's gorgeous Gwynn's Island cottage. For the two of you keeping track, this was taken the same morning as the picture of the tree limbs framing the moon. Speaking of the moon, here is a story about Moon, Virginia, which is in Mathews County.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to all who sent in (and are in the process of sending) entries for my little story writing contest. It's been a lot of fun reading them, and now we come to the process of sharing them.
As you may know, I am a rather unorganized, shoot-from-the-hip type of person, so the methodology I am using today may change an hour from now or even tomorrow or the next day, but for now here's what I'm thinking: I will publish each story submitted and will not divulge the name of the person (which would merely be the person's blogging/commenting name rather than true name). After I've shared all the stories, we will vote for the winner, probably by y'all sending me an e-mail so it can be private. We'll see. To be continued.
And now, without further ado, our first contestant.
Entry #1: Moon Over Mathews
I was first lucky enough to visit Moon, Va. in the early 1970’s with my college roommate “No Nook, of the North” (which is the name given, by me, after he spent a summer at Mt. McKinley Natl. Park, in Alaska). His parents rented an “old historic mansion” located with water access on some fertile land that was farmed by local tradesmen. We college kids came to think of “Moon” as our upscale vacation home on the bay. We fished, cooked, drank, ate, drank and were very merry, in Mathews. On occasion we’d attend a Friday night football game, or go to breakfast at the local diner. We even had a wedding at “Moon Palace”, a tribute to what it meant to so many of us.
After graduation, we would continue to make yearly treks, which as my memory starts to fail, brings visions of the movie, Big Chill, to mind. One of my favorite recollections is of a wedding we attended near Gloucester Courthouse, which unfortunately to our surprise was DRY! Being a typical smoldering summer day, we wasted no time in paying our polite best wishes and headed to the local liquor store to acquire many cases of malt brew. We made the mad dash to Moon Palace, shed our business attire and pulled the boat and fishing rods out of the garage. This was really no sportsmen’s event, it was an excuse to drink and get some sun, along with the good possibility of telling or hearing some lies.
After consuming 75% of the libations, being totally unprepared, we found ourselves in the middle of a bluefish feeding frenzy. Now for those of you who are unfamiliar with this phenomenon, I can only clue you in, by saying that, “even the worst, most inept, fisher-person, will come away with a bounty of slimy trophies”. Fish were literally jumping in the boat for us, which was great…but then they spew their lunch all over the bottom of our craft. At this point, fairly well inebriated, we three are laughing uncontrollably, slipping, sliding and falling over each other, while trying to stay upright and keep the boat floating. That day turned out to be the biggest haul of many trips, but took a heavy toll on our energy and motivation. It was all we could do to get the boat back to shore, and in the garage, before dark. We were very proud and on our way, with a great “fish story”.
But it didn’t end there, for No NOOK...one week later to the day, he was back at Moon for a nice relaxing weekend. It was suddenly spoiled when he opened the garage door and the vilest stink hit him as the swarm of flies attacked his face. Sudden horrified realization that we hadn’t cleaned or even washed out the muck in the bottom of the boat! Story goes; he spent the entire weekend restoring the boat and the garage to something other than a rotting landfill.
My roommates’ family now owns a slightly more humble “New Moon Palace” on a different creek in Mathews, which thank heaven we are able to visit on a regular basis. Our times together are filled with great camaraderie and wonderful memories of days gone by.