My partner Matt used to go around Rehoboth drawing and painting the rapidly disappearing “Rehoboth vernacular.” After he died, I found two drawings which I had framed, and I then hung them over my bed. I never knew the location of the buildings, and although I thought I had it narrowed down to Wilmington or Delaware Avenues, I could never find an exact match.
And then came Murray Archibald’s CAMP Matters column and the picture in the June 29 issue of Letters. Was I surprised. Thank you so much for identifying the address for me! Who would have thunk it?
I cannot believe I made Page Six (in Letters from CAMP Rehoboth)! What’s next: Page Six in the New York Post? I adored the article about 39 Baltimore Avenue; so many memories for so many persons.
I look forward to stopping in at CAMP Rehoboth during my next visit! Hopefully in September, after the busy Labor Day weekend. If the drive from Richmond was not so anxiety-producing, I would be sitting on a white wooden bench much more often!