Nearly a century ago, Rehoboth officials took a prudish view of ladies’ swimwear. Here’s a revealing look at how times change.

By Lynn R. Parks | Photograph by Carolyn Watson
From the June 2018 issue


In July 1931, in the second year of the Great Depression and 18 months before Adolf Hitler became chancellor of Germany, The Evening Journal newspaper in Wilmington ran two dozen stories on its front page.

Paul von Hindenburg was threatening to quit as president of Germany, according to the banner headline. U.S. President Herbert Hoover had condemned wheat speculators, who were driving down the cost of the grain crop; trading on Wall Street was “dull”; there were new traffic signals along the Chesapeake and Delaware Canal; and an elderly Smyrna woman had chased off two early-morning intruders when she screamed and “sprang out of bed.

New hospital, cancer care and emergency departments are among services coming to coastal Sussex County

By Pam George | Photograph by This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.
From the June 2018 issue


When John and Sharon Kennedy moved full time to their vacation home in Bear Trap Dunes, John wasn’t concerned that Beebe Healthcare’s hospital in downtown Lewes was about a 35-minute drive from their Ocean View community.

It was 2010, and except for one episode with atrial fibrillation in 2000, Kennedy was healthy. That changed when he began experiencing regular bouts of atrial fibrillation, which occurs when the heart’s upper chambers beat out of sync with the lower chambers. Symptoms can include an irregular, often rapid heartbeat.

Study of ‘surf-zone’ injuries identifies risk factors — and getting caught by surprise tops the list

By Chris Beakey | Photograph by Scott Nathan
From the June 2018 issue


Ask Dr. Paul Cowan what prompted him to study injuries caused by waves slamming beachgoers into the sand, and he’ll cite a moment in 2002 when the emergency room at Beebe Medical Center (now Beebe Healthcare) looked and smelled like a day at the ocean.

“Everyone who’s been in a hospital knows that distinctive antiseptic smell,” he says. “But I remember walking in at about 2 p.m. on this one hot July day to the strong smell of suntan oil overpowering everything else. I looked out and saw sand on the tile floor and a room full of people in swimsuits, barefoot or in flip-flops, who’d obviously come there straight from the beach.”