It’s April and it’s raining .Welcome to another episode of “Once upon an Easter”. Thanks for your participation into another journey of nostalgia. I hope you enjoy this script and art. All art featured on my blog are for sale be sure to drop me a line if you have any interest.
Yours, Folk Incognito, Blog master.
ONCE UPON AN EASTER
With the coming of Easter also comes Easter showers and Campbellville always floods. Mr. Decambra our neighbor had a speed boat which he would float down to the wide trench at the back of our homes called Milky. And there gather all the boys of the street and we would go speeding up and down the trench. This was the water way where all the boys in the neighborhood learned how to swim.
Peter one of the older boys would lead us out to the middle of “Milky” floating on a log then take the log away and leave you in the middle. This called for desperate action frantic scramble to the shore line suddenly we were swimming. Going to swimming in Milky was not however approved by my aunt. Therefore after concocting lies as to our reason for leaving the house we would end up at “Milky” swimming naked as we were born. Best way to swim one felt a sense of freedom. After swimming for hours we return to banks looking for our cloths which we hid under some shrub. Only to discover to our horror that they were gone. My older cousin while we were having fun had crept up and grabbed our cloths. This presented a big dilemma how do we get home without cloths? Hands between our legs and over our bottoms. Picture that? Total humiliation as we walked down the street the girls of the neighborhood to see us and laugh at us; then licks like peas when we got home. And if you don’t holler loud you get more licks not an easy proposition never the less, we have to journey home. May be we waiting till dusk? Still not good proposition dusk is chilly and cold mosquitoes and Sand flies bite your tail.
Once upon an Easter
Yours, Folk Incognito, Blog master.
With the coming of Easter also comes Easter showers and Campbellville always floods. Mr. Decambra our neighbor had a speed boat which he would float down to the wide trench at the back of our homes called Milky. And there gather all the boys of the street and we would go speeding up and down the trench. This was the water way where all the boys in the neighborhood learned how to swim.
Peter one of the older boys would lead us out to the middle of “Milky” floating on a log then take the log away and leave you in the middle. This called for desperate action frantic scramble to the shore line suddenly we were swimming. Going to swimming in Milky was not however approved by my aunt. Therefore after concocting lies as to our reason for leaving the house we would end up at “Milky” swimming naked as we were born. Best way to swim one felt a sense of freedom. After swimming for hours we return to banks looking for our cloths which we hid under some shrub. Only to discover to our horror that they were gone. My older cousin while we were having fun had crept up and grabbed our cloths. This presented a big dilemma how do we get home without cloths? Hands between our legs and over our bottoms. Picture that? Total humiliation as we walked down the street the girls of the neighborhood to see us and laugh at us; then licks like peas when we got home. And if you don’t holler loud you get more licks not an easy proposition never the less, we have to journey home. May be we waiting till dusk? Still not good proposition dusk is chilly and cold mosquitoes and Sand flies bite your tail.
Once upon an Easter
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