#buckroe beach

[ladymilaniharmony]

Photo Journal: Beach Hopping (02/26/25)

I had fun beach hopping (visited two different beaches).

Virginia Beach in Virginia Beach, VA

Buckroe Beach in Hampton, VA

[libraryofva]

Recent Acquisition - Ephemera Collection

RULES. Miniature Golf. Buckroe Beach, "Virginia's Family Playground"

[aquastra]

Buckroe beach

[knick-nudiex]

During the decades of segregation in the United States, African Americans established various resorts. The resorts were self-contained commercial establishments. Varying resort accommodations included rooms for rent, meals and fine food, cocktail bars, dancing, sporting facilities (such as golf, horseback riding, tennis, swimming pools, fishing, badminton), and beaches. Entire communities (or towns) became resort areas for African Americans. The Negro Motorist Green Book helped guide African Americans to accommodating and safe places, including Idlewild, Michigan, which was among the most well known.

California

Bay Street Beach (also known as "the Inkwell") in Santa Monica, California

Bruce's Beach in Manhattan Beach, California

Eureka Villa (now Val Verde) in California

Lake Shore Beach Club on Lake Elsinore in Riverside County, California

Murray's Dude Ranch in Apple Valley, California

Pacific Beach Club in Orange County, California

Peck's Pier and Pavilion in Manhattan Beach, California

Colorado

Lincoln Hills Country Club in Gilpin County, Colorado

Florida

American Beach, Florida

Bethune Beach, Florida

Bruce Beach in Pensacola, Florida

Butler Beach in St. Johns County, Florida

Hampton House in Miami, Florida

Manhattan Beach (now Hanna Park) in Jacksonville, Florida

Paradise Park, Florida

Virginia Key Beach in Virginia Key, Florida

Indiana

Fox Lake in Angola, Indiana

Maine

Jewell Inn in York Beach, Maine

Maryland

Arundel on the Bay, Maryland

Carr's Beach in Anne Arundel County, Maryland

Highland Beach, Maryland

Sparrow's Beach, south of Annapolis, Maryland

Massachusetts

Camp Twin in Kingston, Massachusetts

Jones' Cottage in Hyannis, Massachusetts

Kingston Inn in Kingston, Massachusetts

Oak Bluffs in Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts (also referred to as The Inkwell)

Dunmere-by-the-sea in Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts

Shearer Cottage in Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts

The Roost in Osterville, Massachusetts

The Wigwam in Mashpee, Massachusetts[citation needed]

Michigan

Blue-Bird Motel in Covert, Michigan

Brooks Castle Farm in Grand Junction, Michigan

Glover's Chi-Acres in Paw Paw, Michigan

Idlewild, Michigan

Dulin's Motel in Idlewild, Michigan

Lydia Inn in Idlewild, Michigan

Pitchford's La Maison in Covert, Michigan

The Linwood Hotel in Detroit, Michigan

Mississippi

Gulfside Assembly in Waveland, Mississippi

New Jersey

Beach 3 in Long Branch, New Jersey

Missouri Avenue Beach in Atlantic City

Chicken Bone Beach in Atlantic City, New Jersey

Liberty Hotel in Atlantic City, New Jersey

Park Plaza Motel in Atlantic City, New Jersey

Efra Court Motel in Wildwood, New Jersey

Harmon Motel in Wildwood, New Jersey

Rose Marie Manor in Wildwood, New Jersey

New York (state)

Coleman's Lodge in Bloomingburg, New York

Eastville in Sag Harbor, New York

Greenwood Forest Farms (also known as "The Colony") near Greenwood Lake in New York

Kings Lodge in Otisville, New York

Maple Valley Farm in Pine Bush, New York

Morgan Hill Lodge in Kingston, New York

Paradise Farm in Cuddebackville, New York

Peg Leg Bates Resort in Kerhonkson, New York

Rainbow Acres in Kerhonkson, New York

Sag Harbor Hills, Azurest, and Ninevah Beach Subdivisions Historic District in Sag Harbor, New York

Smith Haven in Pine Bush, New York

Utopia Lodge in Greenfield Park, New York

North Carolina

Freeman Beach (now Freeman Park) in North Carolina

Shell Island, North Carolina

Pennsylvania

Hillside Inn in East Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania

South Carolina

Atlantic Beach, South Carolina in South Carolina

Mosquito Beach, now part of Mosquito Beach Historic District, in South Carolina

Virginia

Bay Shore Beach (now Buckroe and Fort Monroe) in Virginia

Mark Haven Beach Hotel in Tappahannock, Virginia

Buckroe Beach near Hampton, Virginia

Washington, D.C.

Hains Point with Langston Golf Course in East Potomac Park

West Virginia

Hill Top House Hotel in Harpers Ferry, West Virginia

Wisconsin

Al's Silver Ridge Resort in Webster, Wisconsin

Goplana in Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin

Lazy M Ranch in Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin

Lake Ivanhoe, Wisconsin

See also

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Black-owned businesses

Chitlin' Circuit

Index of articles related to African Americans

List of African-American neighborhoods

List of African American hotels, motels, and boarding houses

Racial segregation in the United States

Reservation of Separate Amenities Act, 1953 in South Africa

[lboogie1906]

The American Bridge Association is a tournament bridge organization in the US formed in 1932 by African American tennis players at Buckroe Beach, Virginia, African Americans were excluded from most bridge clubs.

The desire to compete in the sport of tennis despite the racial barriers of the time resulted in the creation of the American Tennis Association in 1916. The Association held its matches on college campuses such as Hampton Institute and Lincoln University, where adequate facilities were available. One such championship event was held at Hampton in the year 1932. A group of tennis players, who were bridge enthusiasts, suggested having a duplicate bridge match in the evening. This event marked the beginning of the American Bridge Association. Dr. M.E. DuBisette became the first president of the ABA and the first National Bridge Tournament was held in Buckroe Beach, Virginia in 1933.

The membership of the newly formed ABA burgeoned, and in 1936 the ABA merged with the Eastern Bridge League. The ABA has evolved into eight sections - Eastern, Great Lakes, Mid-Atlantic, Southern, Southwestern, Midwestern, Western, and Northwestern.

The ABA National Office and ABA memorabilia were purchased in Atlanta in 1994. In the 1980s, the American Bridge Association selected the Schomburg Center to house its memorabilia. The ABA National Headquarters showcases artifacts and catalogs ABA documents. The ABA published Defining Moments, a historical package that includes a written chronicle, a DVD of oral history, and playing cards. These components depict the movements, forces, and people who helped shape the history of the ABA.

In 1967, the American Contract Bridge League removed the final obstacle to ACBL membership for African Americans when it included in its by-laws a rule that no person could be denied membership because of race, color, or creed.

The ABA membership remains predominantly African American. It holds two national tournaments each year. The ABA is a tournament bridge organization. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[lilriver29]

[thatlovinfeelin]

The Way Home - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

In which you meet Bradley during a wedding and your relationship evolves over the years into something more than just fwb.

The Virginian sun was warm against your bare skin as you sat at Buckroe Beach in Hampton Virginia. You were home for an old friend’s wedding taking place at Fort Monroe, just a quick drive away. She was marrying some military boy, which didn’t come as a big surprise considering where you were. The Tidewater area of Virginia was more or less filled to the brim with military, thanks to the multiple bases nearby. 

You wiggled your toes in the sand, smiling softly at the feeling. You lived too far inland now, nowhere near the beach, which normally didn’t bother you. But every time you managed to make it home, you’re always reminded about how much you missed it.

Shade suddenly fell on you, blocking the warm sun.You propped yourself up on an elbow before tipping your sunglasses down, “Hey, Gigantor, could you move? You’re blocking the sun.”

The tall man seemed to flinch before looking down at you. His cheeks were red, you couldn’t tell if it was a blush, sunburn, or if they just stayed that way. He ran a hand through his short hair before mumbling an apology and stepping out of the way. 

Everything about him screamed military, you spent enough time around them to know. You surveyed the way he was built and the way he was standing. Definitely not Air Force, and somehow you guessed he wasn’t one of the Army boys either. 

“Hey, big guy, have we met before?” You questioned sitting up fully before taking your sunglasses off. 

“Pre-wedding brunch yesterday,” He replied after looking at you for a minute, “I’m one of the groomsmen.”

“Ah,” You nodded, “So you are military then.”

He scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah, guilty I guess.”

You moved over on your towel before patting the empty space. The man glanced around the beach, like he was making sure no one was watching, before he carefully sat down next to you. Now that he was next to you, he seemed even bigger. He had to be young, like the same age as you, maybe a year or two older, but he was solid. His shoulders were broad, and muscles.. Oh god, his muscles. They were defined without being like meat-head gym-rat defined. Like he got them just from day to day work and not spending hours and hours in the gym.

“So, what branch?” 

“How did you even guess I was military?” He questioned you. 

You shrugged, a small smirk forming, “My dad is a Marine. Not active duty of course, but he still works as a contractor. So, correct me if I’m wrong here, but I’m guessing you aren't in the Air Force, and you don’t seem like a soldier. So that leaves the Navy or Marines.”

He nodded along before sticking out his hand, “Bradley Bradshaw, United States Navy.”

“Ah, a sailor then,” You shook his hand back, “Y/N Y/L/N, total civilian. Nice to meet you Bradley.”

He grinned, you almost swore your stomach tightened a little. You liked that smile. His smile was a hell of a lot better than some of the guys you tried to go out with in the last few months. But you only had the weekend, you were only here for the wedding and then you’d go right back home. 

“So, are you stationed here?” You asked him. 

“Over in Virginia Beach. They have me at Oceana.”

“Personnel or are you one of the flyboys?” You questioned.

He let out a little laugh, “Guilty, I’m an aviator.”

You leaned back to look at him fully, “Damn, that’s impressive. Alex is just a mechanic. But you actually get to fly the things?”

The two of you fell into an easy conversation. You weren’t entirely sure what it was about him that made him so easy to talk to, but you liked it none the less. He seemed so comfortable sitting on the beach with you. 

Part of you began hoping you would be able to dance with him at the wedding. You wanted to spend just a little more time with him before you left, probably never to see him again. 

“Are you hungry?” You asked some time later. 

He shrugged, “I could eat.”

“Great, c’mon, I know a great Italian place just down the road. They have the best subs and I’ve been craving one for months.”

He laughed and followed her as she nearly ran down the road. He soon found himself in a dimly lit italian restaurant, tucking into a big sub. You were right, the sandwich was amazing. The conversation seemed to flow easily. You chatted about your upbringing in Virginia. He told you all about his army of uncles, who also doubled as his father’s old flying buddies. The both of you laughed about certain things the Navy did that just didn’t make sense, and the list was long to be sure. 

Before you knew it, you had to leave to meet your friend to get ready for the rehearsal dinner. Admittedly though, you weren’t ready to leave your little one on one with the pilot across from you. Somehow you were quite drawn to him, and you liked it. 

“See you around, Bradshaw,” You gave him a little salute with a wink before hopping in your car. 

The next day you didn’t get a chance to see him until everyone was lining up for the processional. He looked good in his dress uniform, too good in fact. You found yourself licking your lips a little as you stood beside him. He was the best man, as it turned out. Which meant you were able to stand side by side with him the whole time. 

He didn’t make eye contact with you, however you caught him glance down at you and smiling a little. You looked damn good, if you had to say so yourself. As many times as you’d been a bridesmaid, you never loved a dress as much as you loved this one. Your friend did a damn good job picking them. 

The ceremony was beautiful. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t shed a tear or two. Truthfully, you were just so happy your best friend finally found her Prince Charming. Even if he was a Naval mechanic. She loved him more than anything, and that was enough for you. 

So when it came time for their first dance, you held your glass of champagne close to your chest and wondered if one day you’d be able to have the same thing. You had no boyfriend, no one to call your own, and certainly no prospects. Any of the dates you went on recently were horrible and you wished you could forget them. Hookups weren’t in the cards either since no one seemed to know how to actually give you what you needed. Bottom line, you were all alone. 

“They look good together,” You glanced over your shoulder to see Bradley standing just behind you, the same wistful look in his eyes. 

“They really do,” You agreed, “She made a beautiful bride. Alex is definitely a lucky guy.”

Bradley nodded in agreement and took a long sip from his glass of what looked like whiskey. His tie was gone, along with his suit jacket. He also unbuttoned a couple of his shirt as well. He looked even better now, it made your mouth water just enough. 

“You wanna dance?” He asked you, finishing his drink, “I promise not to step on your toes.”

“I can’t promise the same thing, I’ve been told I have two left feet,” You admitted, drinking more champagne. 

He looked down at his feet, kicking his toe, “The shoes are sturdy, I think I could handle it.”

So you danced, and danced, and then danced some more. Both of you took breaks to get another drink, and then it was right back to the dance floor. Somehow, you wandered off, finding yourselves outside of the reception venue. 

You weren’t sure how his lips ended up on yours, or how your hands tangled into his hair. Or how you managed to find yourself in his bed with his cock burried impossibly deep within you, but you weren’t going to question any of it, or complain. 

But the next morning as you were both getting dressed, he was kind enough to lend you a shirt and a pair of sweats so you didn’t have to do a total walk of shame back to your own hotel room. You felt a tug somewhere deep within your chest, like you were getting ready to walk out on something important. So instead you turned back around, dress balled up in your arms, you heels dangling from your fingers. 

“How about we make a deal?” You questioned, stepping back towards him. 

“A deal?”

“Well, you’re here, and I come home every now and again…” You explained, “And well, I really, really enjoyed last night. Seemed like you did too.”

He nodded, “Go on.”

“How about we call anytime we’re near each other, maybe grab dinner and uh, you know?”

Bradley couldn’t help but smile a little bit. He didn’t want you to walk out anymore than you did. The thought of being able to see and talk to you again made his heart seem to skip a beat. 

“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” He replied, trying to sound as calm as possible. 

“Cool, well, uh- I guess I should give you my number.”

That’s how you found yourself in the same situation a handful of times over the next couple of years. You’d call and text any time something major happened, for some reason Bradley was one of the first people you wanted to tell. He did the same. Slowly, you built a relationship with Bradley, a friendship. 

You spent several nights in bed with him when he came to see you one month when he had leave. The light kisses and soft touches were enough to make you feel incredibly safe and almost loved. 

You found yourself missing Bradley Bradshaw when you weren’t with him. You didn’t call him Rooster like everyone else in his life, except for when you were joking with him. He told you that he loved the way you used his first name. While you loved the way he said your name. You loved the warmth that spread throughout your chest. You wanted to hate it, but you couldn’t. 

“I’m being moved again,” He told you over the phone one day, “They’re sending me overseas this time.”

“For how long?” You questioned, feeling your throat close up. 

You could almost picture him shrugging, “I don’t know. As long as they need me, I guess?”

“Can I see you before you leave?” You questioned, unable to stop the small amount of hope. 

“Not this time,” He replied regretfully, “I ship out in twelve hours. You wouldn’t be able to get here in time. Not from New York, plus you have that conference.”

“Fuck the conference,” You mumbled, “You’re getting ready to leave the country.”

“I know,” He sighed, “I’m sorry. I would’ve told you if I knew sooner. I wish I could see you.”

“Just-just be safe, okay? I won’t make you promise me anything but that,” You swore. 

You were glad the way he couldn’t see you clutching your chest. Or the way your eyes were burning with tears. After all, you were just hookups, nothing more. Right? Friends with benefits. You only saw him once or twice a year, if that. You had no claim to him, no right to him. Any type of call you got you savored, even if it threatened to break your heart into a million pieces. 

“I’ll do my best, I promise.”

You hated the fact that you were so far away. You hated that you didn’t even live in Virginia. Every part of you somehow ached to be back with him. You missed him even if you didn’t have the right to. Sporadic nights in bed with him just weren’t enough anymore. You wanted more, so much more, but you didn’t know how to ask for it. Or if Bradley even wanted it. 

“I’ll try to call you when I can,” He promised you, “But I normally give away my phonetime to the guys with families, but I’ll keep one or two for you.”

You felt empty and hollow when you hung up with him. You wanted to call him back and tell him how you felt, but you knew you couldn’t, he needed to focus on what he was about to do. Not some girl that he hooked up with whenever he was in town. 

So you went about your normal life. The meetings and phone calls. Slowly unpacking boxes that were stacked almost to the ceiling of your studio apartment in Raleigh, NC. You went out to a couple of bars, met some friends. But you always lunged for your phone when it rang, no matter the time of night. You never wanted to miss a call from Bradley. 

Only, the last time you talked to him, you ended up fighting. It was stupid really, but you were stubborn and didn’t want to apologize or admit he was right. So when you were on a date and your phone rang, you simply silenced it. 

“Do you need to get that?” Your date asked you, pointing to your purse. 

“No, it’s no one important.”

Even the words seemed to hurt you. He was important, so important that you wanted to move back to Virginia to be close to him. That’s what the whole fight was about. You wanted to uproot and he kept telling you how stupid that would be. You didn’t listen, or maybe you didn’t want to listen. Bottom line it ended with you screaming at him before hanging up. 

“Who is it?”

You just shrugged and took a sip from your cocktail, “Someone I used to hook up with. He’s deployed right now, but I’m really the only friend not in the military that he has. But he can wait, I can email him later.”

It was almost halloween, the fall air outside was chilly enough for you to need a jacket as you left the restaurant more than an hour later. You pulled your phone out from your bag before playing Bradley’s voicemail, expecting to hear him begging you to just talk to him again. 

“Hey, it’s uh- it’s me. Look, I don’t have much time okay, so I need to make this quick. But I’m kind of glad you ignored my call, because I’m not sure I could say all of this with you on the other end of the line.” He took a deep breath, so loud even you could hear it through the recording, “I was stateside, but not for long. They called me back for some special mission, and I’m not sure I’m gonna make it back for this one. We’re on the boat right now, I’m gonna be getting in my plane here in a few minutes. I already told someone how to get in touch with you if something happens to me, okay? They’ll call you, because you’re all I’ve got.”

You clutched the phone, starting to hate yourself for not picking up. The tears that ran down your cheeks were even colder thanks to the fall air. Why did you have to be so mad at him for not letting you ask for a transfer to be closer to him when he came back? He was right, you couldn’t uproot everything just on the off chance that he was going to stay in Oceana. 

 “I need you to listen to me, okay? Really listen to me,” He said sternly, “I love you. I know it’s a really fucking bad time. And I know this wasn’t part of the deal, we were just supposed to fuck and have fun and not catch feelings. But I caught them. Because I really fucking love you. And I hope I get the chance to actually say it to you. I hope the next time you get a phone call I’ll be the one calling, not someone with bad news. But I couldn’t do this without you knowing. I wish I could tell you where I was, or what we were doing. Just know….I’m gonna do my best to come home to you. But…between you and me, I’m a little scared. So I’m just gonna remember what it felt like when you held me that one time after I had that shitty nightmare. Because that’s what I need.”

There was a loud sound somewhere on the boat, “I have to go….I love you, okay? I know you’re mad at me, but I hope you understand why I said what I said…but I love you.”

The line went dead. And over the next few days you listened to that voicemail again and again. You went through the motions, but truthfully you were too worried to really focus on work or your friends or the second date you somehow agreed to even though you didn’t want to go. You just wanted Bradley. But you didn’t even know if he was okay. You didn’t know how long this mission was going to take. You knew nothing.

So you tried and tried and tried. You went as far as to dig out the old college shirt you stole from Bradley the last time you were at his place. He probably didn’t even know you had it. You hoped he didn’t, because you didn’t want to give it back. 

Just like you didn’t want to be on this stupid date. But you didn’t know how to get out of it. He was so nice, almost too nice, and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. But you felt nothing towards him. Maybe you could ghost him after this was over? Pretend it never happened and keep wishing Bradley would call you, because that would mean he was safe. 

“You know what?” You mumbled, “Fuck this. This isn’t working. You’re a great guy, but I’m sorry. I can’t be here. I need to go.”

You put down some money on the table and rushed out of the restaurant, pulling your jacket even closer to your body. Normally you wouldn’t walk alone in downtown Raleigh, but you wanted the cold air. 

Only, you stopped dead in your tracks when your phone started ringing. You fished it out, taking a deep breath before answering. His voice filled your ear, rough and a little broken as he said your name. But it was him, it was Bradley. He was safe and alive and that’s all you could think about. People pushed past you, jostling you a little as you stood in the middle of the sidewalk. You were sure your eyes were blown wide open as tears started to fill them. He was okay.

“I love you too,” You forced out before he could say anything else, “I really fucking love you too.”

“I’m in Raleigh, I flew in as soon as they let me go,” He told you, “Where are you? I need to see you. I need to hear you say it in person.”

You quickly looked around to find the street signs, because your brain seemed to forget everything else. He was okay, and he was here. He wanted to see you. And you wanted to love him until nothing else mattered. 

“I’m only a couple blocks away. I’ll be there in a minute,” He promised, “I look a little rough, had a bit of trouble during everything, but I couldn’t wait.”

“I love you,” You repeated again, because that’s all that mattered. 

“I love you. I’ll be right there.”

But all you could hear was him saying that he loved you. All you could feel was the warmth in your chest despite the cold outside, because you loved him and he loved you in return. He was here and coming for you. You could be together for a while, maybe more than just a night. 

“Look up.”

You could see him smiling in a rented pickup truck just in front of you. You hung up your phone, nearly squealing as you launched yourself into the front seat. There wasn’t time to look over the cuts on his face and neck. No time to comment on how he looked, because instead you kissed him. Hard. Like there was no time in the world for being soft and sweet.

“I love you.”

He smiled against your mouth and pulled back just a little, tucking a stray bit of hair behind your ear, “I love you, so so much. I should’ve said it sooner.”

“No,” you shook your head, kissing his hand, “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”

“No more just fucking then?”

You laughed and kissed him again before cars started honking behind you, “Oh honey, we’re long passed just fucking. But if you don’t take me back to my apartment and fuck me there, I’m going to explode.”

He laughed, pulling away from the curb, his smile big enough to make your heart squeeze a little, “Well, we can’t have that. Show me the way home, honey.”

[libraryofva]

Recent Acquisition - Postcard Collection

Buckroe Beach Hotel and Bath House, Buckroe Beach, Va. Postmarked June 23, 1934

[hamptonroadswanderer]

Ohhhh my. A beautiful 70 degree day in February! You best believe I’m out at one of my favorite beaches in Hampton Roads, Buckroe Beach. I love this beach because it’s beautiful, quiet, has public bathrooms and a playground! We got here early in the day, played on the playground, had lunch, and enjoyed the sand and the sounds of the ocean! #buckroe #hamptonva #hamptonroads #hamptonroadswanderer #virginia #beach #ocean #spring (at Buckroe Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLr3-hyBk3O/?igshid=j29vneo72q0r

[kristynas-bookadventure]

Buckroe Beach, Virginia 2021

[lboogie1906]

Buckroe Beach is one of the oldest recreational regions in Virginia. In 1619, the “Buck Roe” plantation was designated for public use for the newly arrived English settlers sent by the Virginia Company of London. By 1637, the plantation was converted into a commercial tobacco farm. After the Civil War, Buckroe became a fishing camp used by both African American and white fishermen. In 1890 a group of Hampton Institute administrators purchased eight acres of beachfront on the Chesapeake Bay to provide a place for student exercise and the location of a hotel that could host out-of-town guests. Led by Frank D. Banks, the administrators pooled their funds to build a four-room cottage they ambitiously named the Bay Shore Hotel.

This rare Atlantic coast resort open to African Americans soon drew visitors from as far away as New York and Georgia on summer weekends. By 1925 this summer vacation destination grew to include the now seventy-room Bay Shore Hotel, a pavilion, an amusement park, and a boardwalk along its 275-foot waterfront. By 1930, Bay Shore Beach and Resort, as it was now called, rivaled the all-white Buckroe Beach Amusement Park.

Just before WWII one local transportation company extended its tracks and trolleys to Phoebus, the community that included Bay Shore Beach and Resort, to encourage more white and African American visitors from nearby Hampton, Newport News, and other Tidewater cities to come to the beach area, the beach area was built up and annexed to Hampton in 1952.

Like other African American East Coast beaches, Bay Shore Beach was on the circuit for locally and nationally prominent African American musicians from Cab Calloway to James Brown, who played before illegally integrated audiences. Buckroe Beach, as the entire area was now known, continued to be officially divided between African Americans and whites by the fence which separated the races both on the sand and in the water.

After the 1964 Civil Rights Act, Buckroe Beach integrated. Yet both African American and white resorts suffered as beachgoers shifted to Virginia Beach. Local merchants sponsor the annual Hampton Jazz Festival. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[usa-tales]

15 Best Virginia Beaches To Visit In Summer

The many Virginia beaches promise various opportunities for merriment. The warm pristine waters offer exciting things to do. Pack your bags and start your voyage to the different beaches of Virginia. 

Virginia Beach is one of the most popular tourist destinations. You can listen to live music and relax on this family-friendly beach. Sandbridge Beach, Assateague Island National Seashore, Bethel Beach, Cape Charles Beach, Colonial Beach, Ocean View Beach, Buckroe Beach, and Chesapeake Beach gives you an immense amount of adventure. 

You can explore the different activities like kayaking, boating, fishing, surfing and so much more on these Virginia beaches. Fill your gut with delicious food and your mind with intriguing explorations!

[mikealisalan]

Had the beach to myself today

[xaltion]

I'm really excited about this find! It's an anthology of narratives and interviews organized by before, during, and after Stonewall. While I know the basic wikipedia version of what Stonewall is and how it fit into the times, I can't wait to learn more from the perspective of the LGBT+ individuals living it. I really want to know the stories of the people who fought for our rights in the past, my predecessors, in part because I think it's the best and maybe only way to figure out where we as a community go from here.

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Buckroe Beach, Hampton, VA