I see kids in swimming, I watch and no longer do I immediately see the great fun in that.
Swimming, with just a little thought, I can remember swimming until I was forced to get out of the water. I wasn’t supposed to go to the public swimming pool in Albemarle, but Von Dale drug me there.
I remember the trip so well, we started from his house, down the hill and start up another, about a mile and we came to the ice plant. In the hot summer, we could go to the loading dock and the workers would let us scoop up the clean ice that had been shaved as they drug the 100 & 200 lb blocks around and onto the ice trucks.
From there with our prize of shaved ice in our hands like a snow ball we started down the rail road tracks. What fun to see who could walk the single track the longest? About a mile on the RR and down a bank thru a small field and the pool was waiting at Rock Creek Park. Cost 25 or 50 cents. We were there before it opened and the life guards had to run us out at closing. I do not know why it was so much fun but it was.
We also swam in what was called sh-t creek, and also Long Creek. I loved swimming and I still don’t know why, but it was such a thrill. Later in Valdese, it was Jim, Bub, Guy , Peter David and me in the Catawba river.
Then the last swimming was in the Catawba River at Belmont, about 50 miles on downstream from Valdese. Belmont had a RR Trestle we could jump and dive off, we had a favorite place under the trestle called the ‘Broke off’ which was a pillar from an earlier trestle. We also swam in the abandoned Rock Quarry. Some of these places trunks were optional.
We are getting ready to close Mark’s pool forever (for us) I hope. If the house sells before next spring we are home free. hahahahaha!
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