by Dorothy McMonagle Kulisek
It was the week before Christmas when my sister Natalie welcomed a visitor to her home carrying a box of treasured photos that had been tucked away in the corner of the attic in our once family home. My parents sold that house in 2008 when they had an addition built on their N. Wildwood home (purchased in 1968) with the plans of retiring here while accommodating a growing family.
Since 2004 when the inaugural issue of The Sun hit the streets, these treasured photos, stories and memories have been the heartbeat of this magazine. I’ve often wondered how my family spent every summer here, and have only a couple of childhood photos of our own. Mom thought it was just because we were simply enjoying every moment, and she wasn’t a big picture-taker.
So this past Christmas, my family was in our glory as we went through the box together over the holidays, laughing and reminiscing at what our mom always refers to as “the best days of her life!” They sure were… and still are. This year marks our 53rd summer at 7th Street, all thanks to our parents, who knew what it took to keep a family together…a home at the shore!
A special thanks to the family who discovered the box of photos and went out of their way to make sure our family received them back. It was a priceless gift.