Those summers seem a lifetime ago. Good God, it was almost a lifetime ago. Looking back, as you nudged my memories, summer was escape from the tyranny of the classroom, the socially charged energy of the school hallways, and the threat of ending up in the Vice Principle's office. It was a time of exploration, potential dangers, unlimited energy, and the illusion of freedom from responsibilities. In some respects, nothing has changed. Stay young.
Hi Ed, do remember those hot nights without AC🥵. Where was the “swimming hole”? I remember the older boys going to “the crusher” (?? Spelling) that was east of Manton Ave, and near the wooded area in back of Harmony Dr & Freedom Rd. Heard them talking about diving off ledge. Have you heard of that swimming hole?
Josie, I hadn't heard of this swimming hole. Ours was on Valley Street at the river's dam. We called it The Box. It was loaded with contaminants from the mills, but who knew?
Such good memories! On Justice Street, where I lived with Nonna, parents, and two sisters, I enjoyed the nearby Mt. Pleasant library as a respite from heat, as well as the occasional trip to the Castle theater. And there was the ever present parkway with its tall trees, shady grass, tree trunks good to lean against to read and a brook to float stick races!
Those summers seem a lifetime ago. Good God, it was almost a lifetime ago. Looking back, as you nudged my memories, summer was escape from the tyranny of the classroom, the socially charged energy of the school hallways, and the threat of ending up in the Vice Principle's office. It was a time of exploration, potential dangers, unlimited energy, and the illusion of freedom from responsibilities. In some respects, nothing has changed. Stay young.
Yes, true, Larry.But interestingly, by summer's end, I could not wait to get back to school
Hi Ed, do remember those hot nights without AC🥵. Where was the “swimming hole”? I remember the older boys going to “the crusher” (?? Spelling) that was east of Manton Ave, and near the wooded area in back of Harmony Dr & Freedom Rd. Heard them talking about diving off ledge. Have you heard of that swimming hole?
Josie, I hadn't heard of this swimming hole. Ours was on Valley Street at the river's dam. We called it The Box. It was loaded with contaminants from the mills, but who knew?
Hot
Such good memories! On Justice Street, where I lived with Nonna, parents, and two sisters, I enjoyed the nearby Mt. Pleasant library as a respite from heat, as well as the occasional trip to the Castle theater. And there was the ever present parkway with its tall trees, shady grass, tree trunks good to lean against to read and a brook to float stick races!
Yes, Elsie, great cool off places
I spent many hours in both. Our paths must have crossed often.
Well done.
Thanks, Vin. Happy 4th
Great post, Ed. I grew up with similar lack of A/C and hot bedroom with my brother! Loved your use of the word "susurrations."
Don
Thanks, Don. Happy 4th
Love it. I remember those days well