We’ve been experiencing Bakersfield weather here in Hollister over the last couple of days, upwards of 90 degrees. Immediately, I think it’s time to put in a pool. But then I’m reminded of our family doctor. He is a young, extremely conscientious doctor. And definitely doesn’t follow the “if it hurts when you move it that way, then don’t move it that way” mentality. Upon my first visit, he began the exam with “how is you Mother?”. At the time I thought to myself, huh, how nice that he’d want to know. Of course, after many visits of “how’s your mother doing?”, I finally realized that he is just being proactive. Another topic that he found more interesting than I did, was the fact that I had spent umpteen number of years sitting out by the pool getting a tan. He was actually pretty horrified by the idea. He himself grew up on the East coast, and I think he probably spent most afternoons reading books and such indoors. At any rate, he was very concerned for me and continues to ask if I don’t indeed apply sunscreen when I am outside. Of course now, I’m not sitting by any pool, but I do find myself outside a lot in the garden. He’d be happy to know, he has had an impact. I wear long sleeve shirts and pants and usually a hat of some sort when I’m outside. Nothing like the old days.
Maybe we didn’t apply sunscreen but we did put drops in our ears. Who knows exactly what we were putting into our ears, but it was supposed to help against …. infections? It never seemed like anyone was going to the doctor for ear problems, but I don’t know that I paid much attention to a lot of things that may have been happening. Before the pool, we swam our summers either at Lakeside School or in the irrigation ditches. I was always fascinated with what seemed like really cool waterfalls. It was actually where the ditches changed in elevation, and perhaps to control the water movement, but what did I know. We’d swim up and down the ditch, get to a “waterfall”, swim to the inside and look out from the inside. It was awesome. Soon, the pool was built. I believe it was 1967, the youngest was two and the oldest was eighteen. Probably a “no brainer” decision on Mom and Dad’s part. The first day for actual swimming was on a Sunday. We had to go to church first, I wore my bathing suit under my church clothes and when we got home, out to the pool we ran. The pool has served our family well. It’s beautiful, and in the beginning there was a silver dollar at the bottom. Lots of pool parties for us, grandkids, FFA kids, parents’ friends kids.
No doubt, if Mom and Dad knew of the risks involved with tons of sunbathing, we would have been applying sunscreen just as much as we did the ear drops. It’s amazing how Mom continued to have so many things going on all the time. And to think she was probably the only one who got hurt from the pool. (Remember the knee catastrophe?) Well, that’s for another blog.
For now, I’ll just keep enjoying Mom’s pool. Anyone up for a pool party at Mom’s?