Mom stories: a day off at the shore.

Would you have let your daughter go to a place you had never been and never even heard of to live with six other girls in a dormatory over the drug store on Collins Avenue and spend her days putting plugs into jacks on a switchboard so fancy real estate men could sell white sandy land along the pristine coast to people up North?

Her dad did, and that’s Mom—the tall one in the back row.