When
I was about twelve years old, I was allowed to go to the swimming
hole with my friends. During the mornings I would do the work
assigned for me to do in and around the house. The afternoons I would
go to the creek for some relief from the heat and there play with my
friends. Actually, we tried to get to the road that went to the creek
by noon to catch a ride with some one going that way. We had about a
mile to walk to get to the road and if we got there after one pm we
would usually would have to walk another two miles to the creek.
Often if we missed a ride we wouldn’t go.
The
water in this creek was colder than the other creeks around because
it was narrower with large trees all along the banks keeping the
sunshine from the water. As hot as the days were when we jumped into
the water it was shock to our bodies. We adjusted to the cold water
quickly by jumping. Wading in was tough.
Even
though this creek was smaller than the other creeks, it had a small
deep hole in which we could swim and play. The reason the hole was
there was that sometime in what was for me was the distant past a
small electric generating plant had been built there. That is what I
was told. There were signs in the soap stone where heavy timbers had
been anchored. The swimming hole was known as “The Light Plant”.
Having
soap stone in the creek, there was a water fall. The water made a
strait drop for three to four feet. In front of the falls there were
always rocks that I would estimate being two to four feet in
diameter. I would sit at the bottom and in front of the main water
flow over the falls, put my feet on one of the large stones and lock
my knees to brace myself against the current which was very strong.
The water would be roiling all over and around my body. Because of
the strong current I would be getting a complete body massage all at
once with the addition of the tingling over all my skin caused by the
air bubbles that had been taken into the water as it splashed over
the falls. I have yet to find a whirl pool or Jacuzzi that would even
begin to compare with that experience. Steamy hot Mississippi days,
cold water and a massage, only through hindsight did I realize what a
wonderful experience I was having.
The
next summer I was allowed to stay the night at the creek if I was
caught up with my work at home. One of my friends and I stayed two or
three nights a week at the creek. We would take a couple of
sandwiches for supper. If we took anything for breakfast it would be
a couple of eggs, some bacon and bread. Cook the bacon. Use the bacon
grease to cook the eggs. Put the eggs and bacon on the bread for a
sandwich. It was a good breakfast and all that was needed was a
skillet and a fork. An old sheet was all that I took for sleeping.
Spread it on the ground and lay down. If I got a little chilled, I
would pull the part of the sheet that I was not sleeping on over me.
Lying on my back looking at all the stars, listening to the sounds of
the night, it was joyful. Sleeping on the ground at my present age
sound very uncomfortable. The water was cold when we got there in the
afternoons, but it was extra cold at six in the morning. I don’t
think I would enjoy getting in that cold water first thing in the
morning now either.
It
was not unusual for other friends to stay with us. There was one guy;
I can’t remember his name that spent several summers in or around
that small town. He was older. He had a driver’s license. One
summer he showed up in an old Cadillac. It was six, seven, maybe
eight years old. We were at the creek one night and it started
raining. There were five or six of us there that night. We all ran
for his Cadillac. That night we slept in his car. During another
night he was telling us he wanted a convertible. We didn’t think
much about it but the next time we saw him the top was gone. He had
taken a hack saw and cold chisel and cut the top off his car. All
things considered it looked pretty good, but there was no converting
to it.
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