Memories
This section will include memories of Humarock that have been sent in by new and old Humarock residents and visitors.
To submit something for this area, e-mail
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Humarock poem
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The Cottage
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February 23, 2006 from Southern California
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Summer Memories on Revere Street
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Dick Shea's Humarock Memories
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Memories from Jennifer von Freman
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Kelley Wile's TON of Memories
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Memories from Kate Lydon
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Kathie's Memories
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Kelly Crumley's memories
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A Mother's Memories
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Joe MacDonald's early Humarock memories
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Philip Dalton Crawford Humarok Memory
From Ken Melville: We held down the South End!
Never hear mention of our realm--Court St., the very Southern end of Humarock. CL Moreheart sold us our lots, and in 1950 there were just a few of us: we were the Melvilles in the middle. Up on the dune, the Ohlins (of the famous Ohlins Bakery in Belmont), the Morels and the Hayes family. My aunt Jo lived next store, there was Mrs. Cook looking out over the river, the Surret's (who saw an actual sea-monster while fishing off the mouth), the Reilly's, the Mazellis, and the Sturdevants (really in love!). They had a tiny cabin cruiser moored in the river and they'd moor downriver and disappear below decks for hours. Madeleine Sturdevant was always so happy! Go figure. I'm missing a couple of the early folks but that was about it.
We had sand and space and peace down at the end. Our own beautiful sand beach at the river and great ocean access. And we had that cool "desert" to roam between us and Rexhame, terminating in what we called "The Big Hill", that enormous bowl of perfect white sand which marked the end of Humarock and the beginning of Rexhame. Eventually more cottages would be built in this "dead end" section. But in the early 50's, it was our little patch of heaven.
When we came down from Arlington (as so many Humarockers did) just after school let out, the excitement would build in the car until we hit Mary's Landing and looked out across the North River to the Mouth and Fourth Cliff, with that always changing Coast Guard station configuration. That moment when we saw that vision made our hearts leap into our throats. It was indescribable, incredible joy and excitement. Humarock was for us all magic places rolled into one.
It is for me a sacred place. Somebody said once, "We all have our sacred ground. A sacred place of such power and depth for you, that you can always feel that transformative force whenever you return." Like the Native Americans have their ancestral sacred sites, Humarock is my such a place.
We all know the joys of the place, the sounds, the air, the smells, the far off outboard revving sound--that always gives me chills. The sound of children squealing in glee as a wave crashes into them heard from over the dunes, in echo from far away. The quiet times up the South River, the marsh grass rustling softly in the languid breeze.
I remember waking up in the top bunk in 1954, maybe 7am. Nobody else had arrived at the other cottages yet, so it was silent. But for the regular soft wave crash over the dunes, and the breeze blowing the curtains full of sun. It was a magic moment before a perfect day in Humarock and I could feel it. There were no limits there, not to kids, not to joy.
Nice to know so many others here "get it" about Humarock. Keep the great Humarock memories coming you new folks, keep making new ones. I'm living proof that those memories will last a lifetime.
Ken Melville, Royal Oaks, CA
A Memory From Michelle Willey
Humarock holds a lot of memories for me I had aunts and uncles who had cottages on the beach I loved it there I still do! we had cookouts went out on my uncles boat.We walked up the beach collecting schells it was always so much fun there my aunts and uncles are no longer with us but we have all the wonderful memories of the times we spent there. I would like to visit this summer hopefully Michelle Willey
