An hour ago, I googled the Oceanside Hotel in Magnolia as I was thinking about my experiences working there as a waitress in summers of 1955, 56, maybe 57. I was at end of highschool/start of college.
I remember the beauty of the large golden rocks where I loved to climb down to the flat boulders to sunbathe by the raucous Atlantic Ocean waves.
I downloaded the old postcard photos, then got hooked into your Good Morning Gloucester site, which I enjoyed reading from my home in Portland, Oregon.
Cheers from the Pacific NorthWest.