{"id":6667,"date":"2011-10-24T08:02:06","date_gmt":"2011-10-24T13:02:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=6667"},"modified":"2011-10-24T08:02:06","modified_gmt":"2011-10-24T13:02:06","slug":"base-living","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2011\/10\/24\/base-living\/","title":{"rendered":"Base Living"},"content":{"rendered":"

This summer I ended up by two of the military bases that I lived on as a kid. Camp Pendleton<\/a> near San Diego and Camp Legeune<\/a> in North Carolina.<\/p>\n

I only have brief memories of Camp Pendleton but Camp Legeune was a big chunk of my childhood.<\/p>\n

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Because of it’s unique location, tucked right up against the Atlantic Ocean, it was an ideal location to be a kid.<\/p>\n

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And i remember it all.<\/p>\n

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My fave horse at the base stables was named Tripoli. He was big and gentle and pretty silver\/gray.<\/p>\n

The winter trips to beach with my school to do hands on marine study, standing on the shore watching the dolphins play in the water. Always more active when the beaches were empty<\/p>\n

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Swimming at the Officer’s club.<\/p>\n

Hanging off the pier at the inlet behind our house, taking string to tie up chicken bones to try to catch crabs. They would always grab on but were smart enough to let go before we could pull them out.<\/p>\n

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Our house was an old probably 1930’s ish colonial. White with blue shutters that had big trim and swinging doors. The screened porch was converted into a full year room so it only had a tiny one out back by the maids quarters, that no longer housed a maid.<\/p>\n

I loved that house so much, a few years later I made my parents paint my doll house to match.<\/p>\n

This is not my old house, but similar.<\/p>\n

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But let’s get back to the beach<\/p>\n

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When we were just down at Topsail, I saw so many signs for Onslow County Parks and beach access points. So weird to jet back in time. Austin is determined to step foot on that base, his plan is to get my dad down there to get him on. <\/p>\n

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I hope he gets his wish!<\/p>\n

(pics from flickr)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This summer I ended up by two of the military bases that I lived on as a kid. Camp Pendleton near San Diego and Camp Legeune in North Carolina. I only have brief memories of Camp Pendleton but Camp Legeune was a big chunk of my childhood. Because of it’s unique location, tucked right up against the Atlantic Ocean, it was an ideal location to be a kid. And i remember it all. My fave horse at the base stables was named Tripoli. He was big and gentle and pretty silver\/gray. The winter trips to beach with my school to do hands on marine study, standing on the shore watching the dolphins play in the water. Always more active when the beaches were empty Swimming at the Officer’s club. Hanging off the pier at the inlet behind our house, taking string to tie up chicken bones to try to catch crabs. They would always grab on but were smart enough to let go before we could pull them out. Our house was an old probably 1930’s ish colonial. White with blue shutters that had big trim and swinging doors. The screened porch was converted into a full year room so it only had a tiny one out back by the maids quarters, that no longer housed a maid. I loved that house so much, a few years later I made my parents paint my doll house to match. This is not my old house, but similar. But let’s get back to the beach When we were just down at Topsail, I saw so many signs for Onslow County Parks and beach access points. So weird to jet back in time. Austin is determined to step foot on that base, his plan is to get my dad down there to get him on. I hope he gets his wish! (pics from flickr)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[137,498],"class_list":["post-6667","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-camp-legeune","tag-north-carolina"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6667","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6667"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6667\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6667"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6667"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6667"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}