I rarely caught a cold. Even after tending to a sick family, I stayed healthy. I had to.
This column talks about one of the rare times I was under the weather. I asked everyone to let me sleep. Of course, all the kids came knocking on my bedroom door.
Listen to this column to hear the odd but funny end.
I guess laughter chased my cold away.
I should have tried it sooner, but not exactly the way that happened this day in 1989.
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.