tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post8275111164535522576..comments2023-09-11T08:24:00.875-04:00Comments on More Where That Came From: Swimming EvolutionConniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865193802444007545noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-31958622517944900132016-08-10T17:51:30.555-04:002016-08-10T17:51:30.555-04:00Thanks so much, everyone for your comments and for...Thanks so much, everyone for your comments and for sharing your memories of swimming with me too. It was fun to read how your experiences were the same or different from mine.Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03865193802444007545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-59244336190764679442016-08-10T17:49:53.146-04:002016-08-10T17:49:53.146-04:00Oh my! I don't think I would have liked swimmi...Oh my! I don't think I would have liked swimming where there were shark nets! Yikes! Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03865193802444007545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-2502549968336148402016-08-10T17:48:26.609-04:002016-08-10T17:48:26.609-04:00Thank you, Joseph! Yes, we seem to miss out on so ...Thank you, Joseph! Yes, we seem to miss out on so much as we get older. Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03865193802444007545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-49235674727231019162016-08-10T17:47:14.747-04:002016-08-10T17:47:14.747-04:00There was a city park adjacent to the swimming poo...There was a city park adjacent to the swimming pool where I went as a child. On breaks, we would sometimes go over there to swing on the swings and play on the slide. :)Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03865193802444007545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-29766305449678961222016-08-10T17:46:21.866-04:002016-08-10T17:46:21.866-04:00No roller coasters for me either, Betsy! :D No roller coasters for me either, Betsy! :D Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03865193802444007545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-11707888084104859702016-08-10T17:45:19.221-04:002016-08-10T17:45:19.221-04:00We didn't have a pond, but there was a nearby ...We didn't have a pond, but there was a nearby creek and we rode our bikes there to play next to it. We would see an occasional frog there. :) Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03865193802444007545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-75115284069820254552016-08-09T02:20:53.044-04:002016-08-09T02:20:53.044-04:00I also loved spending summers at the local swimmin...I also loved spending summers at the local swimming pool. We would also go on business trips with my dad, and my brother and I would race and play games in the water. Of course my mom would sit in the sun, and we knew what would happen if we dared to get her hair wet! This was such a fun poem filled with vivid memories, Connie! "We never once worried that what crossed our lips, would pad our hips." Love it!<br /><br />JulieEmpty Nest Insiderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10074223969046687064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-49441808589849003622016-08-08T22:20:07.089-04:002016-08-08T22:20:07.089-04:00You want to keep your hair dry?? Ha!
Love your poe...You want to keep your hair dry?? Ha!<br />Love your poem, Connie, it's so descriptive and so similar to my pool experiences.camp and cottage livinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09493023859271366201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-60997539500211513352016-08-06T20:06:36.398-04:002016-08-06T20:06:36.398-04:00That brought back memories but mine were different...That brought back memories but mine were different. I always hated the chlorine, made my eyes burn. And the first time I took swimming lessons the instructor held my head under and I thought I would drown. Now I get in the shallow water but I never put my face in! Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09763547174099448920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-15641892215606630682016-08-06T09:21:56.659-04:002016-08-06T09:21:56.659-04:00I don't remember a pool in particular because ...I don't remember a pool in particular because we moved so much it would have been a flash in the pan of my memory...but...I know we loved to swim. In the PCZ we could swim in the Pacific and Atlantic in one day- that was cool, but I remember the shark nets and how scared I was of getting eaten by one. Those were my earliest swimming memories. Now I am like you...I will dog paddle around, but no more dunking or getting my hair wet. Boy it kinda sucks to be a grown up sometimes!Coloring Outside the Lineshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15289093479063221765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-66406319045853425422016-08-05T17:14:50.534-04:002016-08-05T17:14:50.534-04:00What a fun poem, Connie, and I especially liked th...What a fun poem, Connie, and I especially liked the comparisons of how it was in the swimming pool then and NOW.Beatrice P. Boydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08281239556392874979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-21473332103533691402016-08-02T02:08:33.186-04:002016-08-02T02:08:33.186-04:00Ha Connie.....your ending made me laugh! Love it
Ha Connie.....your ending made me laugh! Love it<br />Eggs In My Pockethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17229803318817119532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-29502530165805515602016-07-29T20:52:01.801-04:002016-07-29T20:52:01.801-04:00Hi Connie, Cute poem and brings back fond memories...Hi Connie, Cute poem and brings back fond memories. Your pool is so pretty and looks inviting. I never learned to swim but the little girl next door has a pool and it has been so hot, I am tempted to jump in. lol Happy Weekend.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-70128930685630034412016-07-28T14:18:30.433-04:002016-07-28T14:18:30.433-04:00Gosh, Connie, this one is making me tear-up. I hav...Gosh, Connie, this one is making me tear-up. I have such fond memories of childhood days with my siblings at the local pool - where we took swim lessons. My instructors were always cute boys (who I thought were men). Afterwards we got chocolate dipped ice-cream cones from a place next-door. Thank you for your mastery with words that took me back. I'm smiling.Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-85157900523856905242016-07-27T22:02:36.607-04:002016-07-27T22:02:36.607-04:00What a delightful poem, and laugh out loud ending ...What a delightful poem, and laugh out loud ending about the glasses. Your poetry speaks.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-67841256125319536852016-07-27T08:16:45.010-04:002016-07-27T08:16:45.010-04:00This made me smile - especially that last few line...This made me smile - especially that last few lines. Great memories. Nikki (Sarah)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13731200601840020130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-27706841451685871182016-07-27T04:41:35.362-04:002016-07-27T04:41:35.362-04:00What a lovely poem :) filled me with memories. I u...What a lovely poem :) filled me with memories. I used to swim in the creek as a youngster. Optimistic Existentialisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11507986337866049924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-25741889337250317102016-07-23T12:01:03.326-04:002016-07-23T12:01:03.326-04:00Fantastic poem. You have beautifully mirrored the ...Fantastic poem. You have beautifully mirrored the pure, unadulterated, instantaneous happiness and joy of children. This will never come back. As we grow older, we lose our ability to enjoy simple things in life and become over conscious about everything.<br /><br />If you give a small sweet to a little child it will be over joyed and if you give a large slab of chocolate to a grown up person, you will not see much happiness.<br /><br />Best wishesJoseph Pulikotilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07074346261093541776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-79957742618874122982016-07-22T22:13:10.400-04:002016-07-22T22:13:10.400-04:00I did more swimming in the ocean, Chesapeake Bay, ...I did more swimming in the ocean, Chesapeake Bay, and surrounding rivers than I did in pools when I was a kid, but the sentiments are the same. Swimming THEN is a lot different than swimming NOW. Fun poem!<br /><br />Have a super weekend!Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-13897549909739335312016-07-21T22:53:51.181-04:002016-07-21T22:53:51.181-04:00I had no pool to swim in, only the creek, but what...I had no pool to swim in, only the creek, but what fun we had! This is a precious poem. Now I wouldn't swim anywhere in public ~ old woman figure you know.lil red henhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-64819819678604840802016-07-21T16:55:52.365-04:002016-07-21T16:55:52.365-04:00I don't miss the work of my pool but this did ...I don't miss the work of my pool but this did bring back memories. We had neighborhood pools where I grew up. Open at 9 closed at 6 except on wed when the pool was cleaned. We had softball games and once a week we made a craft. We had a swing set and a slide and a merrigoround. Did we have fun!!! Hugs, LJLady Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10112166852826826007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-17742935171138140152016-07-21T16:48:41.409-04:002016-07-21T16:48:41.409-04:00HA HA ---cute one, Connie... SO true---as we get ...HA HA ---cute one, Connie... SO true---as we get older, so many things in our lives change... I won't do very many things which I used to do (such as riding on a roller coaster).... ha<br />Hugs,<br />BetsyBetsy Banks Adamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16223591156634767330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-32379793835563662312016-07-21T14:33:32.996-04:002016-07-21T14:33:32.996-04:00Lot's of fun and good memoriesLot's of fun and good memoriessagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-76231781309029578192016-07-21T14:06:12.465-04:002016-07-21T14:06:12.465-04:00I love this poem, Connie. It brings back many chi...I love this poem, Connie. It brings back many childhood memories. This is a perfect poem for summer!Brenda Kay Ledfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03077314514118637590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399598343935460253.post-46381617315963329272016-07-21T12:43:34.099-04:002016-07-21T12:43:34.099-04:00and I bet you had a pond nearby within biking dist...and I bet you had a pond nearby within biking distance that you could go see some frogs. I did - and I cherish those days. Ours was about 2 miles by bike ride and my mom never bat an eye when we said we were going to go there - ...in 4th and 5th grade - can you imagine doing that alone now. Now you got me thinking. ...oh yes, our neighborhood was like Boo Radleys in To Kill a Mockingbird and we had a strange lady down the street. And we DID walk to school in the snow to the local Catholic church about a mile down the road ...Now I've got lots of ideas to sketch, lol..thanks for the memories.sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03307968128182359860noreply@blogger.com