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I remember the summer vacations of my childhood and the days spent in a wonderful place called Rockport.
Nearly every July of my childhood, my maternal grandparents, Joe and Ethel Sneed would rent a house in (Key Allegro) Rockport. The Sneed offspring and their offspring would spend a wonderful month together in our "summer home".
We grandkids were kept in line for the preceding weeks with threats of not being able to go if we didn't behave. Even the adults looked forward to the event and could barely contain their excitement.
The days leading up to the start of our Rockport adventure were thrilling and busy. There was the gathering of the necessary items: bed linens, pillow, cots, beach towels, swimming suits, cooking utensils, food, ice chests, and of course, the fishing equipment.
There were long distance phone calls from Uncle Charles and Aunt LaVerne in Bakersfield California, informing Nana and Granddaddy that they were...
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