In my heart Bolivar will always be home.  It’s where my family spent 3 months every year, to escape the heat of the city.  It’s where my brothers, sisters and I developed our “salt water souls”.  Beach houses back then were not fancy, none had air conditioning, but rather old ceiling fans and lots of windows.  We were gently rocked to sleep by the sound of the waves and an old whistle buoy blowing as it rocked in the surf.  Our days were spent in the surf catching waves, and on calmer days dragging in a small seine full of little bait fish.  We would dig holes in the sand and fill them with water to preserve our catch until we mercifully decided to release them back to their home.  During the calm days of August we would use chicken necks to lure crabs into our nets for a big pot of seafood gumbo.  What wonderful memories our parents provided us.  Memories that have lasted us a lifetime and drawn each one of us back to the gulf.  To see more awesome pictures, go to “ikalundin.blogg.se”