Cambridge

Cambridge, Maryland is on the eastern shore of Chesapeake Bay. My cousins own an original Tidewater there. It was nearly devastated during Hurricane Isabel, but in retrospect, that maybe wasn’t such a bad thing.

Sometimes we’re lucky, and our feet get the chance to walk on sacred ground. I am twice lucky, because my cousins own a house on that kind of ground.

Cambridge, MD, is located on a peninsula of the eastern shore of Chesapeake Bay. The peninsula is impaled by a maze of brackish creeks and inlets that get the better of the low lying land. One of the inlets is called Gary’s Creek, and there they have an original Tidewater home.

On average, the land appears only 18″ to 24″ above sea level, and the house was nearly destroyed during Hurricane Isabel. In retrospect, as is sometimes the case, that was more a blessing than a curse.

IMG_0817Since the disaster, a thoughtful and thorough reconstruction ensued. Although it demanded enormous amounts of their time and money, the place is infinitely better than it was before. Now, the house sits on a four foot raised foundation, and from its new perch, it makes it fairly certain it will only be a spectator of the next storm.

The cousins are crazy active people. They keep hectic schedules – with the ‘real’ part of their lives taking place in Silver Spring, MD.

Joan, who is a first cousin, is a high school special ed teacher in the public school system. She flies out the door before the sun’s up and returns a little before it goes down. Her boys, Thomas and Mathew, are busy nurturing a budding media company, Locastro Design. They keep a equally psychotic schedule. And Mikey, who is married, lives with his wife and new child at a safe distance from the mayhem. Although, he works at Amazon…and I think we’ve all read what that can be like. I get exhausted sitting on the couch just watching.

Traffic was heavy Mother’s Day weekend. We got a late start hoping some of it would pass. The road was full of pleasure seekers heading to Ocean City for a big annual festival. Whatever tensions the work week wound on, were shed the moment we turned down the long driveway leading to the house on the water’s edge, where the floorboards sit only a few feet above the tide line.

Joan’s one Mother’s Day request – “I want to wake up in Cambridge.”