What would happen at the beach was magical if you were one of the lucky ones. Everyone ate at one time, because, the day centered around lunch and dinner. Everyone had a task, set the table, clear the table, wash the dishes (by hand). Cooking was not hard because most of it had been done from home and brought in the ice chests.
The daily schedule was pretty simple. Get up, make your bed, sweep the sand out. Have breakfast, go out on the porch and find a dry bathing suit, shake the sand out. Get dressed go to the beach until lunch. At noonish, go up to the house and help with lunch. Set out hot dogs, hamburgers, or cold cuts, and chips, you will notice there is not a salad in sight. The lettuce was generally reserved for spaghetti night, a salad with iceberg lettuce, homegrown tomatoes, and Kraft Italian homemade dressing. The afternoon schedule, after naps, repeated the morning routine, only difference, this time you helped with dinner, a heavier meal, remember the reference to the spaghetti?
By day three all sense of time had melted away. We swam, played cards, read books walked on the beach and dreamed. Then it was over and time to take that perfect tan home to show off to your friends who had not been at the beach.
The beach experience has changed. It isn't all bad. Central air conditioning and dishwashers have certainly earned their right to stay, I am not a purist or a masochist. As a designer, when I hear someone ask for a beach look, but not palm trees and pelicans. I know what to do. Create a space where melts time away. A space that is relaxed, collected, gracious, and above all restorative. A room where you can dream.