
IOP shelling diaries | part two
Every day, whether the weather is sunny and calm or blustery and gray, my mom and I are heading out to the beach to see what gifts it offers to us. We both love collecting shells, a hobby that started with my Oma (her mom) and we’ve continued. When we cleaned out the attic after my Oma and Opa passed away, there were about a dozen five-gallon buckets filled with shells. At the time, we had so much to sort through, so I took some and we threw the rest away. I wish I had gone through them more carefully, keeping some of the best ones and, of course, any olives. But, I’m sure I could fill a dozen buckets with my shell collection now and I’m adding to it each year. If you want to know what I do with the shells I find, here are a few posts…









