The "young lady" swimsuit
I think it was the year I got my first bathing suit with "padding." I was not too happy about that! It was an embarrassing suit to wear to the creek where some of my childhood friends all swam. Not only did it emphasize certain portions of my figure, it was, in fact, more well-endowed than I - by double or triple.
In addition to their blatant presence, these devices were made out of something akin to tennis balls. I was afraid if I bumped one it would permanently dent, and I was tempted to invert them. Now the size would have been more accurate, but the shape would have been irregular. Even wearing a t-shirt would not make the protrusions less noticeable. It was a difficult summer for swimming, and I was mortified that someone might notice. Thankfully if they did, they didn't say anything.
My mom worked in a grocery store, and she would fill the bottom shelf of our fridge with Shasta pop. At only 10 cents a can, we got to drink several cans a day. . .(no wonder my teeth needed a lot of fillings). Somewhere in the mid to late 60s. Shasta came out with a Chocolate flavored soda. I really liked it! My favorites, besides Chocolate, were: Grape and Black Cherry. My sister and I ate a lot of candy and ice cream, also. Thankfully, we were active - riding bikes, swimming, and playing at the school playground.
My sister was probably still being babysat for the summer, but I don't really remember. I spent a lot of that summer playing with S. Rivers and running back and forth between her place and mine. Her parents lived in a trailer house two streets directly behind my parents, and we would walk through the fields to get to one another's house. I was amazed at her home. I thought she had the coolest bedroom, because it was compact, and there wasn't much to clean. Also, since she was a lot younger than all her siblings, she was like an only child and didn't have to share her room with a sister. (Probably wouldn't have anyway, as there was only one bed.)
The thing that was unusual to me was the way her mom made popcorn. In those days everyone cooked popcorn on the stove (except for Jiffy Pop). My mom would take great pains to cool the popcorn pan to melt her butter so it would remain a light golden yellow, but easily pour over the popped corn. Then she would lightly salt it. Mrs. Rivers cooked her popcorn in a cast iron skillet, dumped the popped corn into a bowl, then quickly tossed the butter into the skillet so it would sizzle to a burnt brown. Then she would pour it over the popcorn and salt the daylights out of it. I always wondered if she did this on purpose, or if she didn't know the butter was burnt.
Monday, June 11, 2007
The "young lady" swimsuit