"TOO EARLY FOR VELCRO"...Keeping Abreast of the Matter!

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Now for some lighter moments with my Mom

Somewhere in Time...okay, in the late 1950's


"I'll make the Sandwiches" is what I pleaded to my reticent mother who abhorred going to the Beach or a welcoming swimming establishment - certainly wasn't a Country Club; more like a Public Pool in a Park somewhere in Maryland for a humid-busting afternoon.

Usually, if I made that promise multiple times; my Mother would cave & I'd rally the rest of my family to get a move on - because it was "A Go".

Mom didn't like spontaneous Beach Outings & we didn't plan ahead, either.  Her main excuse was she would have to shave her legs.  This job seemed monumental for her & found a good excuse; so she used it.

She always reminded us that when she was a young teen; friends got together & shaved their legs all the way up, underarms & ...forearms & ever since; the hair would come in darker & courser than before & would be a tiresome chore.

On this hot Sunday, it was an uncrowded Pool & for some reason my Dad's nephew, Jerome (closer to Dad's age) joined my brother, myself & Mom & Dad.  My older sister was married & missed all the fun.  

Jerome's mother Minnie; was the 1st of the 10 children born to my grandma & grandpa in New York.  In fact, she went off to work & the grandparents raised him & was a hellion because he got away with murder - as there are stories better than this one!

Surprise, surprise - Jerome became a Psychologist & the honorary Black Sheep of our big genteel family & I was well on my way to grooming myself to follow him in that dark flock.  But that'll come in another essay...or not.

A true Bohemian; Jerome had the distinction of answering his front door - naked.  Yeah, that kind of Psychologist!

 I never had the pleasure; but an Uncle told me he did; when he knocked on his door.  What I'm building up to is; Jerome was hip & nothing phased him.

So, we all got in this Public Pool & each did our thing:  I love the Side-Stroke, my father, the Crawl, my mother, the Back Float & my brother; the dive in the shallow end.   And for the time being, Jerome was taking it all in; sitting on the ledge of the pool.

All of a sudden, I spot a foam-rubber Falsie floating on the top of the water.  It moved around the Pool like it was being hit inside a Pinball Machine.  

Everyone else in the water became aware of it in intervals; like in the blitz at Normandy!

My Mother either played dumb & feigned innocence or got out of the pool & wrapped herself in Towel.

I looked at every female left in the pool & felt myself up; just in case.  No, all's accounted for!  ha ha

Jerome, watching this play out; somehow knew whose it was - but I just plainly forgot whether he blurted it out in his own insensitive way.

I could tell my Mom was mortified; still clinging to her Towel.  She didn't even fetch or claim the wet evidence; but was the first one in the car going home.

Jerome?  I heard he sold his house after the unfortunate incident with the Welcome Wagon lady! 

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Comment by JMac1949 Today on September 28, 2015 at 8:17am

R&L ;-)

Comment by Jerry DeNuccio on September 28, 2015 at 9:02am

I like the whimiscal tone you use to carry this off: it plays well against your mother's mortification.  And a like the last sentence, the way it reaches back into the middle of the essay.  And I like the way you contrast the two very different personalities of the essay: uptight mother, let-it-all-hang-out Jerome--actually three different personalities, if we count your bemused narrative voice.  Among the human universals--religion, art, taboos, etc.--I've got to think an experience of intense embarrassment, of I'll-never-live-this-downness, has to be considered.

Comment by nerd cred on September 28, 2015 at 10:24am

I just clicked "Like" to mean all that Jerry said.

And your poor mom - women of that generation were under such pressure around being women. Shaving forearms, indeed.

Comment by marilyn sands on September 28, 2015 at 1:03pm

Thanks jmac!  Always protecting my Mom as a habit - maybe I should've said "It was mine"!  But I didn't think assertively in those days - that came later.

Comment by marilyn sands on September 28, 2015 at 1:20pm

Thanks so much Jerry!  "Article Construction 101"?  So glad you got some smiles.

When I was married with children; I gave a big birthday party for my Dad & Jerome was there.  Yes, he broke all the barriers & taboos in our family - but he gave me a beautiful gift.  That was - he complimented me TO MY FATHER by telling him "She has Flair" - after seeing what creativity I had decorating the house.  My father never noticed my passions or my proclivities - he was too busy making a living & "The Arts" were never appreciated by him.  So, what I'm saying is - Gifts come from people you least expect it from - so we shouldn't give up on them.  

Comment by marilyn sands on September 28, 2015 at 1:26pm

Thanks so much Terry!  In those days; embarrassment was easy - we didn't want to look out of place.  Thank goodness Bathing Suits today are already padded; but yet, leave nothing to the imagination!

Comment by marilyn sands on September 28, 2015 at 1:36pm

Thank you Nerd Cred!  Boy, do we women have to hustle when we're planning a Beach or Pool Day.  And, it's not all checking to see if you have the right number Suntan Lotion.  First, I have to find my 3 piece bathing suit & then check my cellulite for craters.  After that - I make Sandwiches!  ha ha

Comment by Gerald Andersen on September 28, 2015 at 5:09pm
Love this. Your poor mother! The next time Jer answered the door naked I hope she asked "who's your little friend."
Comment by marilyn sands on September 28, 2015 at 5:26pm

Thanks so much Jer!  You're reading!  You're really reading!  ha ha  Well, I guess I had to resort to family secrets to get a rise out of some of you guys!  Are you gonna let me hang my dirty linen out to dry all by myself?  I wanna read you. 

Comment by vzn on September 29, 2015 at 4:01pm

funny but maybe the incident with the welcome wagon lady in detail might be more entertaining :P

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