I’m what Cape-born people call a “wash-ashore”. I’m a transplant. A stranger who washed ashore on Cape Cod from a far away land, in my case, that place is Connecticut. Usually, “wash-ashore” is tossed-around in a light-hearted way, but the underlying point is always made…you are not one of us.
I’m not crazy about this word, but being a thick-skinned Italian from the New York line, I let it roll. Now that I own a great little business on Cape Cod, Wicked Thrift, I’d like to clear the air about being dubbed a wash-ashore. How did Wicked end-up here?
In the early 1970′s, my hard-working blue collar parents bought a dilapidated little Cape Cod ranch. Our best friends from Connecticut had moved to the Cape and it had been our favorite vacation destination for many years prior. So, my parents dug deep and bought a little fixer-upper. I was 5-years-old at the time.
Every weekend, winter/spring/summer/fall, we loaded into my father’s cleaning van on Friday night with the snack bag in tow. We drove four hours in the dark in the rain/sleet/snow/hail to “check the house”. Of course, I didn’t realize at the time that my parents were escaping their grueling cleaning business and their 60hr work week cleaning the great estates of Greenwich, CT. I thought we were really going to “check the house”, and if we didn’t something truly catastrophic might happen!
For me, Cape Cod was not a summer destination, but my home away from home. I had clothes in the drawers and shoes under the bed, and my best friend from CT now lived there, Jeanie, who remains my soul sister to this day.
I had my first kiss on Cape Cod, drank my first beer as a teenager, and listened to my first heavy metal song with Jeanie, who blazed a trail for me always. Countless other firsts happened on Cape Cod for me. Out of college, I wrote the best songs of my life while on the Cape. I got married on West Dennis Beach in 1995… and the magic lasted, because I am still married to and deeply in love with my man. Although I was on hiatus in Nashville and New York City for several years, a voice called me back to the Cape in 2007, when I bought my house in Yarmouth.
So, it was a surprise to me when I opened my dream shop, Wicked Thrift, that some of my customers called me a “wash-ashore”. Of course, they did not know my history, they did not know how hard my parents worked all those years to keep the little house in Yarmouth, and they did not know about all of my “firsts”… but why does any of this matter, anyway??
The point is, they need to GET OVER IT! If a small business contributes to your local economy, takes a leap of faith to offer a new service during a time of great historical economic risk, keeps its doors open during the brutally slow off-season months and remains committed to offering a consistently exceptional experience to its local patrons, then I think the word “wash-ashore” can be thrown overboard.
My home is Cape Cod and I love everything the Cape has to offer. Opening Wicked Thrift is my way of giving back to this magical place.
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