Since Shawn Cromwell (Congratulations!) identified this week’s Where Zat? so quickly, I may as well show you the whole photo. Here’s where I hung out during my kid years, smashing periwinkles with rocks for bait to catch cunners with drop lines off the float. I remember my cousin Dickie caught a sculpin one time. Scared the crap out of all us girls!
Notice that the boards at the end of the pier are missing. Each year the city guys put the boards up and shortly after, the boards are gone. Kids need to get a running start to jump. And how can you ride your bike off the end unless you have a clear path? I’m sure 75 years ago my dad did the same thing. Life as a kid in Magnolia…there ‘s nothing better! —–Sharon
Good Morning Gloucester 
I agree! I grew up in Magnolia too and took it for granted. It was so small that everyone knew you. When you’re trying to sneak in a Snickers you bought at Magnolia Variety before dinner and your Mom knows by the time you get home—I thought it was a bad thing. Now that I live 3000 miles away in Northern California where there is no “neighborhood” I miss it.
Thanks for the good memories!
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i knew where the photo was because i lived in magnolia and drove that rode every morning to see how hard the waves were crashing or not . i had alot of lobster gear around their and could tell how sloppy of a day i was going to have by looking at the island. also it was one of the places my wife and i would go to just sit and relax early mornings to watch the sun rise . if your interested i have a few magnolia harbor photos i took i’ll send you. shawn
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