Old Orchard Beach, Maine was the favorite summer vacation haunt for the New England French-Canadians. The Parenteau family went there frequently. My mother Doralice and her best friend Jeanne are featured in this series of photos. According to my mother, my father showed up unexpectedly in Old Orchard to join them. Was he keeping an eye on her? Was it a prideful statement of independence after not being invited? Or was he invited, but with no room in the family automobile, he had to hitchhike? I like to think it was the romantic in them both.
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