Sunny deck chair days
It was the summer holiday ritual. Almost every day during the week (if my mother could afford the bus fares), along with my younger sister, we would go to Black Rock swimming pool. Mum would sit in the deck chair whilst we two practised underwater diving. Usually cheese and pickle or onion sandwiches, with a bottle of homemade orange juice.
A child’s world
This was a child’s world. Although just a teenager, I wasn’t aware of the young handsome men around me. I was there to enjoy my childood, relax with my younger sister and know the comfort of a caring mum.
Hot, dry summers
Why is it my memories of those lovely days were always of hot, dry summers just enjoying the sea, fooling around with my sister and relishing being a kid? An ice cream was a real treat. We weren’t allowed to take our blown-up car tyre into the pool so only used it on the beach.
What did mother do?
What did my mother do during those long sunny deck chair days? I cant remember, she didn’t knit or read newspapers much. Perhaps she just enjoyed the happiness of being with her children, something she knew little of in her own childhood.
Ah, happy days that will go with me into eternity!