This is how close the beach town peninsula I grew up on is to Boston. Twenty-something miles south of the city but only a stone’s throw by boat. Although Hull is best known for Nantasket Beach, we grew up on Stony Beach (pictured) at the entrance to Hull Village, which is at furthest end of the peninsula from the mainland.
The Village was a close-knit community that was at one time the seat of the town. In the winter the town fills in the playground green with water that freezes for ice skating.
The church in the Village where I made my First Holy Communion is a private residence now with lobster pots out front.
What’s cool about the high school I went to is the fact that there is a windmill generating electricity in the back (left).
This is the school seawall that looks out onto the ocean and that the seniors paint every year.
Speaking of paint, Fort Revere was always full of grafitti. The forts were a big part of our childhood and teenage years. The large building top to the left is where our family home used to be before the town took it through eminent domain and built the sewage plant that is there now.
The large metal door to the Fort Revere Tower was always locked, but there was a window higher up and, taking it as a challenge, we figured out how to shimmy up and get inside.
We could see the town cemetery from our house and we sledded on the cemetery hill in the winter before it was filled with gravestones. See pictures of a Hull Village reunion and book signing of The Jim and Dan Stories, the book I wrote about losing my brothers Jim and Dan a month apart in 2001 HERE.