Happy Fourth of July, America. We had a nice day swimming at my mom’s place. We enjoyed blue Jell-O with whip cream and strawberries. My mom made her awesome pineapple upside down cake, which totally made up for the fact I boiled the hot dogs. I showed those buns who’s boss!
Speaking of swimming, here are some lovely vintage photography finds I recently made. These snapshots of people swimming were taken in September 1968. That girl in this first picture looks to be about six-years-old, a first-wave Gen-Xer. Seeing her big brother standing behind her reminds me of all the cross-country trips I made with my parents as a kid. During the summer of 1976, at a Holiday Inn off Interstate 40, somewhere between West Texas and Southern California, my big brother Billy taught me how to swim. I was eight, and we were diving for pennies and he kept throwing them farther and deeper. I loved seeing that shiny copper penny waving at me from the bottom of the pool. I’m so glad he taught me how to swim that day.
I hope you had a nice Fourth of July!