Our home on Gardner Road wasn’t far from Black Creek. During much of the year, it was a fun play area for all children. Listen to my account of one spring adventure.
I was also drawn to this creek. It refreshed memories of my childhood living next to a swamp.
Once in high school, we were supposed to bring a sample of pond water to examine under a microscope. I brought a vile of water from the swamp. My cousin George asked me what I had in the bottle. “Swamp water,” I said. Immediately, George started calling me Swamp Water Sue. Such a great nickname. Thanks, George.
In biology class, I found a minuscule creature wiggling in the droplet set up on my microscope. The teacher didn’t know what it was. Later, I found a photo in a book of a mosquito larva, which is what it was. I found it odd that the teacher didn’t recognize it.
This particular teenager is now in his mid-forties. He has teenagers of his own. Rob’s memories about his own growing years may have dimmed, but having children of his own might be a refresher course for him.
April 1, 1988 is the date of this column. I hope you enjoy it.
Grandchildren are all growing. One will reach thirteen in June. Time keeps moving forward.
The cute toddlers grow but as they do conversations with them improve.
Remembering changes of the past is a good thing. Seeing how well my children turned out is a great feeling. We all made it through their teen years without too many scars.