Seashell

Every summer since I was born my family has driven out to Cape Cod, Massachusetts. My mom grew up in Boston and so we go there to visit my grandparents a lot. All of my cousins that live in various places meet out on the coast and we spend a few memorable weeks swimming in the ocean, going for hikes through the cranberry bogs, eating corn on the cob and an outrageous amount of saltwater taffy. This seashell comes from the beach at low tide when we collect cool things washed up on shore. This is one of the few things I have kept while leaving the others for more to look at and appreciate. This seashell represents my family crossing the Atlantic Ocean from Ireland generations before me. My family is the most important thing to me and the shell sums up the best time of the year on the ocean with them which it is why it is a part of my identity. It looks like thousands of other shells but for me it is a part of the summertime that I can always have to remind myself of these times and what my family means to me.
 

Place(s): Cape Cod, Massachusetts

– Margaret Mullin

Relationship:  Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more