Each summer in the 60's, 70's and early 80's my Great Aunt Margaret and her daughter, Peggy, stayed at the Ocean House in Rhode Island for a month. It may have been 6 weeks, but I can't recall for certain. When I was a little girl they would have my family come to the beautiful property as their guests to enjoy the beach, have turkey club sandwiches and long, tall glasses of Shirley Temples at the restaurant on the deck, and would stay with me as I rode the carousel in town for hours on end. Spending time with them in this grandiose property is one of my fondest childhood memories. They always stayed in room 217, and my Dad held on to the key and passed it on to me this past weekend. Amazing how a simple, old hotel key can evoke such wonderful, vivid memories.
