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BY BARBARA MACFARLANE
Growing up in VT, it was always a treat to get to the ocean, Nantucket, in the summer. Out of the oppressive humidity and heat of Vermont and by the ocean breezes. Our families would rent a house and then squeeze aunts, uncles, and many cousins into it. Everyone had at least 3 kids, we had 6. Then we would drive a station wagon to the grocery store and buy about $12,000 worth of food for everyone. We would never buy fish though, because that HAD TO BE fresh.