Sometimes the greatest adventure is the journey home. A love letter to loss spanning five generations, Starboard Light shows us how to hold on. In Starboard Light, a family must witness the...
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Sometimes the greatest adventure is the journey home. A love letter to loss spanning five generations, Starboard Light shows us how to hold on. In Starboard Light, a family must witness the disappearance of a century of family memories when they sell their 210 year old summer home on Cape Cod. Whether it's a small cabin deep in the woods, a primary residence that's been handed down generation after generation or a waterfront summer getaway, there is a Starboard Light in many of our lives that we've struggled to keep or had to painfully let go. Vicariously through this American family, Starboard Light helps us all to immortalize the generations of memories and values baked into these shared family homes so that we may pass them on to our own children and grandchildren and begs the question: Does a family make a house? Or does a house make a family?Written by
Watching this documentary took me back, the Cape Cod smells, the sounds, the sand on your shoe less feet, the constant breeze, the clothes on the line blowing in the wind, the trips to the big beach, the mornings at the bay, sailing, swimming in the pond on the way home from the beach to wash off the salt, the books and story reading, comic books left in the attic, clam chowder cooking on the stove, many visitors over the summer. My father had the wisdom to purchase property on Summit Street (hill) in Wellfleet, Cape Cod in 1953. He paid 4,000.00 to build our cottage. I had 3 older brothers, me being the only girl. We had bunk beds and shared a room, my parents had their own private room. It was the most wonderful, happy childhood I could ever have. The one home where we all came together, for years and years. We had this home for 33 years. I visited it 4 years ago, after several years. The house is the same, a little different, screen porch now glassed in, but all and all, it looked the same. Someone loves it, and I am so thankful. Every time I smell pine trees, it takes me back, and it always will. The Cape is a part of me, in my blood, forever. My father once said to me in his last years of life, "I should have given you trips to Europe, or something like that". I told him that he gave me a magic place to call home, something that I looked forward to going to every year all of my life. A Home on the Cape!
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