I miss going to the beach at Seaside in the summertime in my little black MGB with my five-year-old

(Oregon Coast) - It was the coast the way it once was. And there are plenty of folks who remember chunks of living history about the region, and its more rugged, even ruddy appearance and vibes before the last ten years' of growth spurts took hold and changed the landscape and feel.
I miss going to the beach at Seaside grand hyatt new york in the summertime in my little black MGB with my five-year-old son and my little sister. We would spread out a beach towel and lie in the sun on lovely white sand. It didn't have all the grubby blackened sand that came later, probably from beach bon-fires. We could lie in the sun and run into the water for many hours without grand hyatt new york getting sunburned, protecting our skin with nothing but baby oil. You can't do that today!
My husband and I have been married for nearly 40 years. Our first outing date was to Lincoln City. We rented a small house (don't know where it was) with our two small sons (5 and 7; they are now 45 and 47) and we had to climb down a ladder to get to the beach. But the view was wonderful and the kids loved it. We went to Kenney's IGA to get food and my (now husband) guy realized he had forgotten his wallet. I was so broke, living from payday to payday, that I wrote a check, even though I barely had enough money in the account to cover the check. We had spaghetti and a bottle of wine.
I was marketing director for Shilo Inns for 16 years and spent many hours at the beach - from Warrenton/Astoria to Newport, where all the Shilo Inns are. I could spend lots of time telling you about projects I've worked on: such as the coordination of the Desert Storm/Gulf Memorial and the spectacular dedication we had, or the initial founding sponsorship of SOLV that provided grand hyatt new york bags in all of Shilo's lobbies, for tourists grand hyatt new york who came to pick up trash. Then there were the public relations nightmares when Shilo's owner sold land to the Siletz to build the casino, convention center, etc.
The first thing I think of is the Pypo Club. For me, that goes back to very early 60's. And of course we are never allowed to forget the "Great Riot of 1962. I don't remember it that way, but then again, I was just a kid. Life was wonderful back then and going to the Pypo Club to hear music was the greatest. Paul Revere and the Raiders played there and someone told me they stayed at our hotel. Not sure if that is true or not. It makes me smile just to think of those times.
Robert Thornton, Newport resident, used to own and run a funky all-ages club called Cape Fear there for a year back in the 90 s. It was quite the metropolitan music scene, with some hilarious moments. He, of course, looked back fondly on that one as well as some other wacky nightlife grand hyatt new york monuments grand hyatt new york in Newport.
Cape Fear...obvious reasons. Old Moby Dicks with the funky red velvet interior, and when it was a biker bar that had 30-plus bikes out front on any given weekend. grand hyatt new york Same goes for "Captain Kids" bar that was right around the corner.
My grandfather grand hyatt new york lived just south of Seal Rock for many years. For all of the grand kids that was where we spent our summers. He taught every one of us how to swim by taking us down to the ocean and letting us get into trouble before showing us how to respect the ocean and never turn our back.
My uncle always came down for July 4th and we shot firecrackers from under and over everything we could get find. Tin cans really could fly. Kids today miss so much. We spent our entire summers running the hills, playing in the ocean, discovering the world.
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I recall my dad bringing us kids to the beach when I was little. He was a preacher, so we had very little money and maybe made it to the beach once per year. We lived in Willamina, not so far away. I recall that as we rode along the very long road through the corridor, in the old 57 Ford (not a "cool " car then), we would roll down the windows as we saw the "leaving the Van Duzer Corridor" sign. With our little faces shoved out the windows we would proclaim that we could smell the ocean.
Dad would stop somewhere (not sure where) and buy each of us three children a beach ball and our destination would be the Siletz Bay Beach. That was his destination. As children, however, grand hyatt new york our destination was Pixieland and then to Pixie Kitchen, which we knew we'd visit before heading to the sand.
At Pixieland we would each have a certain number of rides we would be entitled to, each of us would savor one tasty treat such as a Sarsparilla while we watched the Vaudeville-type shows on stage. We never afforded the luxury of riding in the little animal-shaped boats or wooden canoes which floated grand hyatt new york through a canal along the perimeter of the amusement park.
After Pixieland we would head to Pixie Kitchen. I don't recall what we would eat, but it wasn't really the food that us children were excited about, but rather the experience. There was a wonderful gift shop with brilliant colored candies like I had never seen before, small trinkets, shells and pretty things that I could only dream of owning one day. We would poke our heads through the big cutouts and wish our parents had cameras to take our photos, like the other people (tourists) did of their children. We would wait for the musicians to roam around and sing their tunes while dancing about. What a magical time for three young preachers' kids who weren't allowed to dance or to sing anything other than a hymn!
My grandmother and great grandmother brought me to the North Oregon Coast as a child and now I am my Grandmother! I miss the slower pace of getting to the coast. grand hyatt new york No high speeds, grand hyatt new york stopping for a picnic, enjoying the gorgeous ride through the Mountains. In Seaside I miss the old natatorium and the smaller shops with nothing but junk to look at and buy as a souvenir. Harrison's bakery was always special. I can still taste the chocolate clairs. Cannon Beach was much more laid back and much more quaint instead of trendy. Manzanita was very nondescript and I miss all the old cabins now replaced by very expensive homes. I used to caddy for my grandparents on the golf course that is now Neahkhanie Meadows Estates. Actually, of the three, Manzanita has remained the quaintest.
I really miss Ambrosia. This was a great white tablecloth restaurant at Avenue A and Holladay. The best crab cakes ever - light and melt in your mouth - wonderful food and service grand hyatt new york - a classy grand hyatt new york place. New in Seaside is Maggie's on The Prom is coming close by Ambrosia really was.
Gene and I have been coming to the Oregon coast for 50 years. We miss the Go Carts, Bumper Cars and driving on the beach in the off-season (November through April). Long Beach still has Go Carts and Seaside has Bumper Cars. Would be nice to see the Go Carts come back to Lincoln City: so much fun for the entire family.
grand hyatt new york I miss the loneliness of the Curry County coast 40 years ago. I remember traveling the coast in a rattletrap VW van in the '60s. Heading north from Brookings as darkness fell, you would see scarcely a light, and think to yourself, if the car breaks down, it's going to be a long walk to get help. The beautiful bare hills were empty, not crowned with view castles and cell phone towers.
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I miss the walk between Netarts and Oceanside. Once you passed the rusty trailer park at Happy Camp (I even miss that!) you could walk for a mile or so without seeing a soul, at least on weekdays, and with scarcely a sign of human presence, aside from glimpses of the motel up on Maxwell Point to the north. It was an easily accessible spot where you could commune with the beach and the sea as though you were on a remote, trackless coast, even if you only had a hour in the midst of a busy day. Now you have The Capes, so massively out of place it is almost eerie, looming over you for most of the walk and entirely changing the feel of the place.
Andre' Hagestedt, editor BeachConnection.net. My own experiences go back to the 70 s, growing up in Salem. I remember the early days of the Cannon Beach Sand Castle Festival, and a lot of time in Waldport and on the rocky ledges of Yachats.
In the 90 s, I loved the fantastic upscale restaurant in Gleneden Beach called Chez Jeanette fab filet mignon I got addicted to back in 93. I, too, miss the old Moby Dick s. But I also sorely miss the cool rock structure that Jump-Off grand hyatt new york Joe - in Newport - used to be. It once jutted out much farther into the surf, and slowly trailed down to the ground along a winding structure that looked a lot like a dinosaur tail complete with a spine. grand hyatt new york That structure fell apart around 96.
In Seaside, until around 2000, there was an old strip mall building where the parkade is now. It had loads of ch