2002-01-05 / Letters

Remembering The Ocean

Remembering The Ocean

Dear Editor:

My name is Mary Elaine Backous (Ferguson) and I lived for the first 17 years of my life at 436 Beach 145 Street, Neponsit. My Dad was William C.C. Ferguson with the NYPD's 100th Precinct in Rockaway. I attended St. Francis de Sales Church and school having received my First Communion and Confirmation under The Very Right Reverend J. Jerome Reddy. My mother, Mary M. Ferguson sang in their wonderful choir and I joined her as soon as I was old enough.

A dagger went right through my heart upon hearing of the terrible tragedy… the AA plane crash and recognized so many of the locations. My parents built a house on 130th street shortly before my dad retired and we moved out west on my 17th birthday, November 9th, 1948. We moved out of our house 2 days prior to departure and spent our last 2 days at the Newport Inn right at ground "0".

As long as we lived at the "beach", we subscribed to the "Wave". My mom would always run to get it first before we got our hands on it. As a military wife, I passed through New York quite a few times and always went on a sentimental journey to the place that had, and indeed still has a place in my heart…in fact, I missed it so very much I wrote the following poem…

Ever since I left that place
So glorified with ocean's grace
I've yearned to stand upon the shore
To see foam rise…to hear waves roar.
To dig my feet into the sand
While flying spray attacks the land.
I want to breathe the salty air
To feel the sea breeze on my hair
To see the gulls majestic flight
When soaring o'er the foamy white…
To look into this sea and foam
And lose myself in mystic gloam.

M.E.B.


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