Revere Beach: A Journey into America’s First Public Beach
Revere Beach, the ultimate summer hotspot north of the city is widely believed to be the oldest public beach in the United States. Picture this: it's 1896, and the sun is scorching.
Now, let’s fast forward to the present. Revere Beach has gone through some changes over the years, but it’s still as rad as ever. It may not be the only public beach in town anymore, but it holds a special place in the hearts of beachbangers and history buffs alike.
So, what makes Revere Beach so special? Well, besides being the OG public beach, it’s got a vibe that’s hard to beat. The diverse crowd is party, party, party. And the happy families abound.
Let’s not forget the iconic ocean backdrop. The Atlantic Ocean waves crash against the shore, creating a symphony of sound that could lull you into a state of beachy bliss. The shimmering water beckons you to take a dip, to embrace the refreshing embrace of the sea. Whether you’re a seasoned surfer catching the perfect wave or a novice boogie boarder wiping out with style, Revere Beach welcomes all levels of beach bums.
So, head on over to Revere Beach, dive into its rich history, soak up the sun, and chill in the hot or cool breeze (depending on the month).
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A reflection of Revere Beach: Several times every summer, dad drove our whole family in our non-air-conditioned brown station wagon to the ‘rides’ at Revere Beach. It was a short trip to the storied amusement park by the sea, and once we found a parking spot, we made our way excitedly to the action along the long boulevard, spending time twirling on the Flying Horses, defying gravity on the Round Up, and strolling the wide lit up sidewalks. People from all walks of life slowly passed us by as we all melded into a moving web of humanity enjoying a summer evening.
Across the street was the sand and ever-present ocean, where just a few hours ago, thousands of sun and fun worshippers had laid out blankets, beach towels, and suntan oil, to soak up the hot sun. A few dozen teenagers still lingered and were leaning against the cement seawall, with a few of them making out in the darkness.
As we made our way along the sidewalk, all of our senses were deliciously overwhelmed with the sights, sounds and smells of each open-air storefront. There were dozens and dozens of games of chance intermingled with carnival food like cotton candy, hot dogs, ice cream and pizza. Each stand was its own spectacle with several carnies shouting out “a winner every time,” and “only a quarter.”
Howard Koor