Janet

Janet

The Ole Swimming Hole

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Howdy and Happy Monday (well, Wednesay now!) I will be in the beautiful city of Morelia in Mexico all next week, so maybe it’s a good thing that I am not getting this out until the middle of the week. Wow, has it been hot here. It’s made me think about how I learned to swim.

Back in Arkansas, we didn’t have air conditioning and there wasn’t even a community swimming pool until I was a young teen. We tolerated the heat as best we could but one of the luxuries was to pile into the back of a pickup and head for the swimming hole. I remember those dusty rides. I would be scared to death, hoping and dreading, that dad would throw me into the water as he threatened, thinking that must be the only way I would figure out how to dog paddle. I don’t know if I was more afraid of going under water and not coming back up or of my toes touching the slimy bottom of the creek. The memory is as clear as the chill of that first  splash of water.  I would l