My grandfather James, escaped Rhode Island and the quarry he grew up in because of the Army, maybe. Born in 1896, it could have been that or the pandemic that killed his father and a sibling, that set him free.
We know he was quite a wealthy man after prohibition, and had not lived in Rhode Island for decades. The twenties were very good to him, and the depression did not dent him either.
What we don’t know is what he did, exactly. I have ideas. I have ideas about prohibition and freedom. I have an idea that my family was opposed to prohibition, and not afraid to get dirty either. I can only guess.
The coast I know...was not Newport. The people who came here were not pilgrims. Newport was exclusive. Long Branch was just the opposite. Long before the MIC arrived the people did. Rich people...from all over the world.
Grant was almost a God in Long Branch. The good times rolled in a way the world had never seen. Money, and all the amusement that money could afford found Long Branch, and the restorative sea breeze that cooled the bluff every summer. It was not Newport.