Summer Sunday at Lido Beach

With Mom and Peter (R)

LOOK at those cars and … muscles

Below is a summary of my recent ProJo publication … link here …

A Trip to Lido beach on Sunday

Our summer Sunday ritual was to go to Lido Beach in Narragansett. Excitement grew when I opened my eyes and saw rays of bright sun filtering through the blinds. I jumped out of bed.
Dad made numerous trips up and down the stairs to pack items that would define the day; dishes, a pan of macaroni, meatballs and gravy, a coffee pot, sheets for a tent, chairs, a folding table, boccie balls, baseballs, bats, gloves, pails and shovels.

With Dad

They would not let us go swimming for one hour after eating !! WHAT??

We parked next to my aunt and uncle and made a tent by tying sheets from one car to the other. Trunks open, folding chairs and tables out, blankets down, it was time for lunch. The Sterno fuel was lit and the macaroni and meatballs were reheated. The aroma of sauce mixed with the salt air whetted our appetites. How good it was to squeeze a torpedo roll softened and stuffed with warmed meatballs.

We danced atop the hot sand while running to the rolling surf. We stood at water’s edge, sinking our feet deeper into trenches of sand hollowed by the tide. We rode majestic waves that tumbled us to the shore. We stumbled up, twirled and ran in again. The Block Island boat glided on the distant horizon at its predictable hour.

There was more; crabbing, gathering starfish and periwinkles, shells, rocks and driftwood. We built sand castles. We buried each other in the sand. As the sun descended, we headed to the cold outdoor showers, gasping under the frigid water. The sinking sun illumined the evening sky. A mist rolled through.

Sunday at the shore was an experience to embrace and appreciate.

© 2018

By | 2018-08-12T15:01:43+00:00 August 13th, 2018|Humor, Stories of the 1940's and 1950's|38 Comments


  1. Sandi Correira August 13, 2018 at 1:30 pm - Reply

    Great reflections! I went to my aunt’s “summer house”-The Shanty and had similar foods, fun in the sun and memories! Thanks

    • Ed August 13, 2018 at 2:47 pm - Reply

      Wonderful days

  2. Carol Ferrucci August 13, 2018 at 1:35 pm - Reply

    Those were the days – remember those Sundays. So much family and so much fun!

    • Ed August 13, 2018 at 2:47 pm - Reply

      So many good days for us, Carol

  3. Carolyn Corvese August 13, 2018 at 3:02 pm - Reply

    Ed those days were so much! Not sure if you remember the time my mother, Della went into the men s changing room at Lidos instead of the ladies!!! She laughed so hard thinking of the mistake she had made and then realized why there were so many hairy legs around her!!!

    • Ed August 13, 2018 at 3:15 pm - Reply

      Yes, I remember it well, Carolyn. She was mortified at first, then started uncontrollably laughing when everyone else did. Now … everything is co-ed.

  4. Marilyn Longo August 13, 2018 at 3:02 pm - Reply

    Great to look back on our family days at The Beach. Shared with my family! Grazie

    • Ed August 13, 2018 at 3:13 pm - Reply

      Lovely days to treasure

  5. Joe Rainone August 13, 2018 at 3:13 pm - Reply

    The article on Lido has brought back many pleasant memories of my family’s Summer Sundays at Lido’s next door neighbor; Olivo’s.

    My dad had a small trucking company, which he sold back in the 80’s and it is now a very large logistics firm under the same name, Rhody Transportation. I remember my brother and I helping my dad to clean out one of his box trucks on Saturday for its weekly Sunday trip to Olivo’s Beach.

    We needed the truck to pick up my grand parents, aunts, uncles and cousins in Johnston and Providence. The truck was loaded with all the proper gear that you mentioned in your article as well as enough food for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a battalion. We lined the back of the truck with enough chairs and benches so everyone had a place to sit in the back of the truck as we headed to “The Beach”

    You can just imagine the box truck with 20 or more people sitting in the back of the vehicle bouncing around and holding on for dear life as my dad drove us all to Olivo’s. It was the same $1 to get in, but after the first year the attendant said he would have to charge $2 as we had so many people in the truck.
    We would arrive around 8AM unload everything in the truck, have breakfast, lunch and dinner and leave around 7-8PM, a full day of eating, swimming, games and great family togetherness. It was always a day to remember and my cousins continue to this day constantly recall those very happy Sundays at “The Beach”

    At times, I fondly remember asking my Mom if I could go in the water. Now, At times the answer would be: “Its only been 50 minutes since you ate, you need to wait 1 hour or you can drown”

    Thanks for the great memories.

    Joe Rainone

    • Ed August 13, 2018 at 4:55 pm - Reply

      A truck??!! This is a remarkable story, Joe. I had never heard anything like what you describe. And the underlying theme is about FAMILY … together after a tough work week … together after surviving the immigration and making it in our great country! It is emblematic of opportunity, pride, perseverance and teamwork, and I applaud you for sharing this story.

  6. Joyce Notte August 13, 2018 at 3:22 pm - Reply

    All of that food for a beach day? Wow! That sounds wonderful!

    • Ed August 13, 2018 at 4:43 pm - Reply

      Yep. The old saying was “Better you should have too much than not enough.” My family did. And we ate.

  7. Michele McGurrin August 13, 2018 at 3:46 pm - Reply

    This was the best tradition!! Nothing like meatballs and macaroni at the beach!! Everyone would bring some sort of Italian pastry!! I know my last name is Irish, but my mother’s family was Greco!!

    • Ed August 13, 2018 at 4:00 pm - Reply

      Now I want a meatball sandwich. There is an old joke that says “You will never go hungry at the beach because you can always eat the SAND WHICH is there.” Forget the joke. We never went hungry because we had pasta and meatballs by the ton!

  8. Peter Voccio JR. August 13, 2018 at 3:53 pm - Reply

    What a wonderful family gathering with many hours of preparation. You were fortunate to have a family that spent time together after a hard weeks work. The photos are beautiful, I am sure they bring back all those fond memories. Ahhh, the frozen Charleston Chew, the slamming on a hard surface creating the cracks, the unwrapping of the yellow wrapper and enjoying the chew of the pieces created, are memories instilled in our mind.

    • Ed August 13, 2018 at 3:58 pm - Reply

      Yes, and they touch every base. We were so very lucky.

  9. Natalie L McKenna August 13, 2018 at 4:53 pm - Reply

    Once again Ed, you bring to mind all my great family times at the beach. I remember so many wonderful memories of my Great Aunt’s summer house in Wild Acres in North Kingston. We would go down every summer weekend and the vacation weeks my parents had. Wonderful pristine beaches, beautiful water, watching the New York Boat go by from Fields Point in Prov. and as we waved the pilot would sound his horn. Oh, so many really awesome times until the government took it over to expand Quonset. Now only memories to bring back all the feelings of that extra-special time!
    Thanx so much!

    • Ed August 13, 2018 at 5:03 pm - Reply

      Thank you, Natalie. Wonderful days to cherish indeed.

  10. Marvin Wasser August 13, 2018 at 4:57 pm - Reply

    I’m at a rented beach house right now, creating memories with my 3 kids and 3 grandchildren here in Narragansett. The tradition goes back to the 1930s when my grandparents rented a house each summer. Lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer!

    • Ed August 13, 2018 at 5:02 pm - Reply

      Enjoy and be sure to have a meatball sandwich.

  11. Nina Laurenzo August 14, 2018 at 12:35 pm - Reply

    Such wonderful memories. Family, friends and strangers all partaking in our food and fun.

    • Ed August 14, 2018 at 1:48 pm - Reply

      Wonderful memories indeed, Nina.

  12. Anne Daley August 14, 2018 at 4:20 pm - Reply

    You bring back so many wonderful memories of growing up when life was simple and fun! Loved your Sunday article on Lidos, and remember being at Scarborough, and wishing I was Italian, and could be over eating meatballs and pasta! I should have been an Italian girl, as I loved Italian food. Keep on writing Ed, as you are so real and enjoyable!

    • Ed August 14, 2018 at 4:35 pm - Reply

      Thanks so much for your kind remarks, Anne. You deserve a meatball sandwich!

  13. Peter Voccio JR. August 14, 2018 at 6:54 pm - Reply


    Speaking of meatball sandwiches, back in late 50s early 60s I would stop at Mainelli’s on Chalkstone Avenue, sit at the bar and have a cold Bud and a meatball sandwich.

    • Ed August 14, 2018 at 7:26 pm - Reply

      Loved that place. I did the same, often.☺

  14. Robert S Tyzbir August 14, 2018 at 8:16 pm - Reply

    Hey Doc: I can still, to this day, smell Grandma’s macaroni. She would put it in a white deep dish pan with a white cover that had red trimming around the handle. She then would tie a mopeen around the pot to keep it warm and stable. The aroma of that pasta when the pot was opened at the beach will stay with me forever. Thank you for bring all those happy memories back with your wonderful article.

    • Ed August 14, 2018 at 8:40 pm - Reply

      Exactly, Bob. I had forgotten how she wrapped the mopine. I’m guessing if was to protect early invasion by you.😆🤣

  15. Joe Carne August 15, 2018 at 1:39 am - Reply

    My family had a summer house in BAY SPRING WEST BARRINGTON and every Sunday was open house My aunts uncles and cousins world congregate and the food wine and music world last all day.I. leď my cousins to the beach and have. many memories šimilár to yours

    • Ed August 15, 2018 at 9:46 am - Reply

      A party every Sunday. Good stuff. Ever do a clambake?

  16. Peter Voccio JR. August 15, 2018 at 6:56 pm - Reply

    You brought memories of long ago. The Seekonk fire department in the 1940s would hold a bake every year at Francis, Farm, Rehoboth, MA. They had all kind of games for us young folks and horseshoes for the old timers. They made the best bake ever!!!

    • Ed August 15, 2018 at 6:59 pm - Reply

      Real clams in the clam cakes I’ll bet

  17. Peter Voccio JR. August 15, 2018 at 7:42 pm - Reply


  18. Marilyn McKenna August 15, 2018 at 8:23 pm - Reply

    Dr. Ed, I am so grateful you are able to recall your childhood experiences in such detail…the smell of the salt air, the feel of sand in your toes, the great food Moms and Dads prepared and brought to the beach…You bring back wonderful memories of my own childhood that I’d forgotten. Thank you.

    • Ed August 15, 2018 at 8:45 pm - Reply

      I am so pleased that you enjoyed it, Marilyn. Thanks.for your kind comments. So many have experienced the same story.

  19. Peter Voccio JR. August 16, 2018 at 1:35 pm - Reply


    This is a song, my wife Ann in a group sang at Nathaniel Green Jr. High in their June assembly in the early 1950s and sang it many times to our three granddaughters. (Ed, join along and sing with us)

    School is out School is out can you hear us all shout summers here summers here and we’re full of good cheer.
    When the waves come a rolling in, we will sing and swim and we’ll never ever think of school cause we will
    be having a wonderful time.
    we won’t miss school we won’t miss school because we’ll be beside the sea beside the beautiful sea.

    • Ed August 16, 2018 at 8:33 pm - Reply

      Peter, why don’t you and Ann sing it, video yourselves on your phone, send it to me and I will post it. I think it’s a great idea☺

  20. Peter Voccio JR. August 16, 2018 at 10:18 pm - Reply


    It’s on the way. Don’ stay up late waiting-just might get lost via new tech.

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