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!