Mon 21 Mar 2011
Memories and “Meltaways”
Posted by Stephanie Horton under Slice of Life
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Born and raised in Boston, the change of the seasons is a familiar event for me. Every year, as soon as we have our first nice day and as soon as the sun comes out after so many months of dreary gray skies, one thing occupies my mind more than anything else: The Cape.
My parents bought their house in Harwich, MA when I was 6 years old. I remember the day my parents and I saw the house for the first time with the realtor. I vaguely recall my parents discussing the pros and cons of this particular house. But I was more interested in all the old walls and floors and the secret treasures in the unoccupied closets (mostly insects and dusty papers). And I was intrigued by the porch we once referred to as “Jurassic Porch” (because this is where we stored all of the turtles & frogs we caught at the pond), and I was in awe of the enormous Catalpa tree in the front yard whose branches seemed to reach the clouds. The house was dusty, ancient looking, something of a junk box at that time. The white paint in the front was faded and chipped, the doors squeaked and the windows barely closed. But it was on a charming street shared by only two other homes and there was a beautiful cranberry bog just down the trail in the woods behind the house. Little did I know at that time, this house would eventually transform into a beautiful home with colorful walls, old and new family photos, with an outdoor shower and a hammock in the perfect spot, and with bright curtains made by my mother on every window. I had no clue that this old house was soon to become my favorite place, my escape from the city and my obligations, the place where I would gather with my loved ones every year and share food, drinks, games, and laughs. I did not know at that time that this small house and a small road would soon become my Camp Cod.
Richie and I took Bootsy and headed to the Cape on Saturday morning. This was the official opening of the Cape house this year as my parents hadn’t been down all winter. (The last time I was there was in September when I completed my first triathlon!) As soon as we arrived, the familiar smells and sights immediately triggered nostalgia. The very first thing I did was flip through the Camp Cod journal, which is a composition notebook full of entries by my family, friends, and Camp Cod guests since 1997! I love this Camp Cod icon. Rarely do we have the opportunity to read more than one perspective on a single event, and that’s exactly what this journal is…a collection of thoughts, jokes, correspondence and recaps by my family over 13 years. It really makes me miss and appreciate The Original Camp Codders: My parents, Jody, Linda, Danny, Natalie, my sister and brother and their families, Melissa, Donna, Ian, and Jenna. Great, great memories.
It was Richie’s first time to Camp Cod since 2001 after his senior prom! It was fun to see his memories kick in, and of course he was busy installing, cleaning, fixing things before I even had my first beer. But once we settled, we headed out to The Hot Stove where we drank Guinness and split a lobster roll, a garden salad, and traditional fish and chips. And it wouldn’t be vacation if we didn’t splurge on the hot brownie sundae for dessert!

So excited about the food when it arrived that we forgot to take pictures! Take it from me though, order the lobster roll and the fish & chips at the Hot Stove.
After the meal, we headed around the corner to Bank Street beach. We were the only ones on the beach aside from a lone runner, and as we sat on the lifeguard chair, I swear I felt like a little kid again. The sunset was glistening over the ocean and the cold sand was grainy and white just like it has always been since I was a little girl. If it weren’t for the cold breeze, I could have stayed in that moment forever.
That night we watched The Fighter, the story of Lowell native Mickey Ward, which was extra entertaining for me as I’m still at Lowell General Hospital completing part of my Dietetic Internship. On Sunday morning before heading back to Boston, we stopped at my all time favorite breakfast restaurant in Harwich: Bonatt’s. This restaurant used to be a hole-in-the-wall bakery where my dad would visit early Sunday mornings to stock up on fresh rolls, lattes, pastry & coffee cakes, and the famous Bonatt’s “meltaways” (a gooey pastry that tastes like a light cinnamon roll with the flaky texture of a croissant). The bakery has now turned into a popular breakfast destination, and I couldn’t wait to introduce it to Richie. We drank some good coffee and I ordered the veggie omelet with wheat toast and Richie got pancakes with a side of eggs and bacon. Nothing like a traditional New England breakfast on a bright, sunny day on the Cape.
On Sunday afternoon, we got back to Boston in what seemed like a flash. It was a relaxing weekend full of good food, good drinks, good rest, and a lot of great memories. Needless to say, I can’t wait until the next time! And I am looking forward to reading countless more Camp Cod Journal entries by new and old camp codders alike.
Where are your favorite places to visit in New England? Favorite beaches and restaurants? Specific dishes to order?






















