It's sad to see that the younger generation has missed the sheer joy of growing up with shellfish as a major part of the daily diet. Growing up on the east coast, lobster, crab, clams and shrimp were not special treats, but more in the way of today's hamburgers, pizza or subs.
HUndreds of personal stories about clamming and crabbing in the 100 Acre Cove, to feed the clan of 20 to 30 aunts, uncles, cousins and friends.... next to the ocean in the big back yard of my mom and stepdad.
DW's folks had a place on Buzzard's Bay , on Cape cod, and he hosted monthly lobster parties for the entire neighborhood... maybe 50 to 60 lobsters, along with clam chowder, fried and steamed clams and littlenecks on the half shell.
All through our young years, the "treat" was to go to Valle's Steak House, for seafood meals, with all kinds of shellfish and clam juice cocktails, topped off by a 1 1/2 lb lobster.... (extra lobster for $.75) and the entire meal at a cost of $4.95.
In college, my room mate's folks had a place at the end of Mere Point, Maine... and on date weekends, ten of us (my DW included... before we were married) would gather for a Lobster feast. Hody and I would skin dive for lobsters during the days before the party, so we'd have about 20 lobsters and crabs (along with a case of beer).
Then there were Fraternity Parties on Popham Beach with 60 or 70 guys and gals, steaming lobsters on hot rocks covered with seaweed.... partying well into the evening (and maybe the next morning). Larry, our fraternity cook, hosted the entire affair, and it was a staple for all four years of college... in May of each year.
Then, shrimp... Each year, on my way back to Rhode Island, I'd stop at the wharves in Portland Maine... when the tiny shrimp were "in"... Big wooden barrels filled with these one inch shrimp.. for sale @ $.06/lb. 25 lbs to bring back and deep fry, for a very tasty treat.
Then later, after we were married, shellfish beach parties near our home in Vineyard Haven and after that, when we moved to Falmouth MA, we lived near to DW's sis and my BIL... they lived in Grey Gables, at the end of the Cape Cod Canal. He set out lobster traps in the canal so, with an hour or two of work we'd have a dozen or so (mostly legal) lobsters for ourselves and (then) our five children.
Spoiled... to the point that we won't order or buy lobster, so as not to sully the memories of those wonderful days.