On the beach, typing while Sean and the oldest two fished and caught more little sharks before heading down to Fort Macon and exploring this very cool site with our little history buffs. After that, we headed to New Bern, where my grandparents had retired and I had first visited from the cold north when I was six years old. I went through albums taking photos of photos, smiling at how much my Dad and our Chase look alike at age four and loving the loveliness of my Grandma. We went through Grandma's purses in every color of the rainbow, an organizer with vintage leather gloves and hankerchiefs and I tucked away little treasures for home, as the house is now being emptied. I imagine Grandma would just love us chit-chatting over her things and talking about the happy memories attached to them.