Memory – it’s the wind on the water. Riffles the surface, clouds this moment. Time lapse – perfect way to think of memory. This was taken at dusk, going to a later dark as summer approaches. One night when I as young I jumped the fence after dark and came to the pool to go swimming. I was young. Robby, the life guard was there. Neither of us should have been but I did not know that until it was too late. My memory for that night evaporated even as I was in it, stolen. Everything became dusky, hazy, time lapsed. I have worked long and hard to go back to that pool and to reclaim that young boy, and I have. I went back to the park to truly remember. I could not believe how the place looked as if time stood still from that night on – except the pool, pumps grinding away, and water flowing from the hose to keep up with evaporation. The ironies were too stark to ignore. It felt like the place had been kept up just enough for me to go back, to know it was real: the pool, the silence, the decay.
Memories for me too — cornnuts, tab, mr. underhill, coppertone, see saws, being “ball girl” for my parents on the tennis court, hanging on to my mom’s back when she swam laps, scratching my back on that board when doing a “cutaway”, that wierd smell/taste when water got in my nose, riding my banana seat bike home, too, wishing I had a sissy bar and could pop a wheely for a block. Thanks “Steve”. Tell Corpus hi for me.
Hey Elizabeth. good to hear from you..The 70’s…Seems so long ago.