The Three Shell Day
More remembering my Dad via artifacts at my Mom's house.
It was one day of our regular Ocean City vacations that Dad found all three of these shells. The beach there was hardly littered with large conch shells; I never saw them, but it was a day when some distant storm had made the water extra rough with waves, and he was out there having fun in the water.
Three times he reached down to something his feet touched, and three times he brought back to us on the beach watching these perfect shells.
It was a heroic moment to a small boy.