Baiting Hollow: A Pastel Summer

By Patricia Clark Smith

Baiting Hollow: A Pastel Summer is a memoir-fantasy which takes place in July 2011 during Barbara,
Brigid, and Aunt Clare's two week summer vacation at a small bungalow on Baiting Hollow beach.
Throughout the story the reader will enjoy descriptions of the natural beauty of the beach, the friendships
and generational ties among neighbors and relatives, and the peace and fun of this small beach
community. Readers will also be enchanted by storyteller, Kevin O'Connell's description of his
encounter with the Twomey banshee and the vision she shared with him one snowy evening.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Nov 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781490767086

Patricia Clark Smith

Kelly Smith Papa lives in Connecticut with her husband, James, and their two children, Isabella and David. Kelly is an educator, a nurse, and an advocate for aging services. Growing up, Kelly was inspired by her family to be creative and to take good care of people in need. She has written multiple books and articles focused on building learning organizations, creativity in staff development, person-centered care, dementia care, and leadership development. Currently she is the corporate director of learning at Masonicare. She earned her BSN from Saint Anselm College in New Hampshire and her MSN from the University of Saint Joseph. She was a fellow of the Leading Age Leadership Academy and was a recipient of the Nightingale Award for Excellence in Nursing in 2011. This is her first children’s book.

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978-1-4907-6709-3 (sc)

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978-1-4907-6708-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2015918801

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Dedicated with love, to my beautiful Aunt Clare for her kindness, friendship, faith and love.

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B aiting Hollow

beach has always held the possibility of the romantic. Brigid and Barbara loved their relatives' stories from the 1930's and 1940's of the fun they had with beach friends, soldiers patrolling the beach, and just hanging out with family and friends. There were stories of gathering for picnics, beach parties, holy day celebrations, and meeting for a swim after work on a hot summer evening.

Brigid and Barbara had their own childhood memories of summers at the Twomey family farm in Calverton, Long Island, and their Aunt Agatha and Uncle Al Meyer's Baiting Hollow bungalow three miles up the road from the family farm. Generations of Baiting Hollow families met, played on the beach, swam to the raft, walked to the creek, sat together around bonfires at night and became life-long friends. Beach kids attended college, moved away, went off to war, or answered calls to religious life. Some fell in love, married, and raised the next generation of beach kids.

It was Sunday, July 10, 2011. Barbara, now professor at Central Connecticut State University, and Brigid, retired elementary school principal, had waited all year to return to Baiting Hollow beach, to the mercottage they had rented for the past two summers. Their 2009 and 2010 two week vacations were wonderful. This summer would be even more fun, because Aunt Clare was staying with them! The little one room mercottage would be home to