“I was around eleven years old when I began to work for the Smith family of the Coast Inn. My best friend was Mike Smith, Karl’s first son and Pappy Smith’s first grandchild. I worked doing many of the needed tasks to keep a hotel, restaurant and two bars operating. I would even help out the maids during the busy weekends. One of my favorite tasks was helping to prepare for the May beach parties the Coast Inn hosted each year. I took pride in what I did so I was asked to do many more difficult tasks, such as getting on the roof to repair wires. Over the eight years, I found every cubbyhole in the Coast Inn’s many rooms from top to bottom. I worked for the Smith’s from nineteen forty-eight until nineteen fifty-six and hold fond memories to this day.  Even as a kid and through my employment, the Coast Inn was visited by many families as far away as foreign countries to locals.  During the war, the whole establishment filled up with serviceman and women eager to enjoy the evening and meet them on the beach by day.”