Year: 1951

By Martin Haley   

The day of the Midsummer Solstice.
We speed along by the Ithaca Baths.
A heat wave rages.
People of all sorts, shapes and sizes crowd in and about the little rectangular pool.
Says five-year-old daughter, Anne:
“Dad, they look to be about as many as the soldier crabs at Sandgate at low-tide.”
                                     Martin Haley