When I turned five, Dad started building our pool. Dad wrote in his life story, “We couldn't even wait for it to fill before we got out there in it. Now here is the hard part to believe about the pool. It only cost us $191.91. We built it out of the income tax return that year. That isn't counting labor. If I counted my labor, it cost us 1 million dollars"
I thought it was the greatest thing he had ever done. He built the house and garage, but they were of little consequence compared to our pool. Miki and I were in the pool while Dad was filling it for the first time and still painting it; we just couldn’t wait.
We had lots of visitors after the pool was finished; mostly the cousins. We had special games we played. Our favorite was “Dibble-Dabble.” One person would jump in with a small twig or matchstick and release it under water somewhere. When it floated to the top and someone saw it, they yelled, “Dibble-Dabble” and jumped in to get it. Then everyone else jumped in to create utter chaos and whoever ended up with the twig was the next to hide it.I thought it was the greatest thing he had ever done. He built the house and garage, but they were of little consequence compared to our pool. Miki and I were in the pool while Dad was filling it for the first time and still painting it; we just couldn’t wait.
We spent hours in the pool, playing mermaids, creating “gorgeous” hairdos by dipping our heads under the water, and flicking our heads back as we jumped up out of the water, creating little geysers. Sometimes there were monsters in the water and we had to stay on the steps so they wouldn’t gobble us up. Some days we’d pretend the brothers and boy cousins were the monsters and then we could leave the steps, but had to make it back before the monsters caught us. The only catch to the game was that we usually “forgot” to tell the boys they were the monsters. It was much more interesting that way.
**(Notice how “deep” the deep end of the pool is! That’s Blaine at age 5 and it’s all the way up to his waist!)
We spent so much time in the pool we were wrinkled more often than we weren’t. Most of the summer we looked like shriveled up prunes. The neighbors often saw a couple of wrinkled mermaids with fancy wet hairdos running across the hot dirt street to Teeny Weeny Market to buy Sugar Daddy suckers with “borrowed” money and rush back hopping and screaming with the searing pain on our bare feet. We’d shriek as we’d jump back into the pool--making mud, but it didn’t matter, it felt so good. That pool was our kingdom. We were queens, and if the boys happened to be in the pool, they were our slaves, and on those rare occasions they had to run across the hot dirt to the store for us. (We would let them buy a piece of candy-a small price to pay for no singed feet).
We had a lot of good times in our pool. It was only two-feet deep in the shallow end and went all the way to four-feet deep in the deep end, but it didn’t seem shallow to us; it was Olympic- sized in our minds. It was our heaven. We watched anxiously each time Dad put the chlorine in the water; he’d grab a gallon bottle and run around the edge of the pool, splashing glops all the way around. It always amazed me that he didn’t fall in while he was doing this because he always seemed to be leaning way over the edge the whole time. We set a portable TV near the side of the pool and spent many nights watching TV as we floated in the warm chlorinated water. Our favorite was to watch The Twilight Zone, staring at the stars and wondering when “the aliens” were coming to get us.
Dad’s Life Story says, “In 1955 I undertook the project of painting and building up around the pool. I built a Bar-B-Q and a waterfall out by it and also built a dressing room. When I filled the pool it took 4700 gallons of water to do it. We got us a 6-quart Ice Cream freezer that you don't have to crank by hand and boy do we enjoy ourselves out there by the pool; dive in and then get out and have some homemade ice cream. Boy is that good.”
We had summer Barbeques and parties. We loved cooking hamburgers and hot dogs on the brick Barbeque Dad built next to the pool. Best of all we loved Dad’s homemade ice cream. We took our turn cranking the handle that turned the metal container filled with cream that would soon be icy and delicious (and somehow, when Dad bought our first of many electric ice cream makers, it just didn’t taste as good as it had with all that hard work and anticipation). Our favorite was when Dad made maraschino cherry and pineapple ice cream, with a gumball hidden somewhere in it. Whoever got the gumball in their serving won an extra helping. Actually, all they got was a gumball because everybody got extra helpings.
We hated seeing the first big Santa Ana (Santana) winds of autumn because it always brought a pool full of leaves and dirt and no more swimming (mostly because who the heck was gonna scoop all that stuff out of the pool? Not us kids!).
We spent so much time in the pool we were wrinkled more often than we weren’t. Most of the summer we looked like shriveled up prunes. The neighbors often saw a couple of wrinkled mermaids with fancy wet hairdos running across the hot dirt street to Teeny Weeny Market to buy Sugar Daddy suckers with “borrowed” money and rush back hopping and screaming with the searing pain on our bare feet. We’d shriek as we’d jump back into the pool--making mud, but it didn’t matter, it felt so good. That pool was our kingdom. We were queens, and if the boys happened to be in the pool, they were our slaves, and on those rare occasions they had to run across the hot dirt to the store for us. (We would let them buy a piece of candy-a small price to pay for no singed feet).
We had a lot of good times in our pool. It was only two-feet deep in the shallow end and went all the way to four-feet deep in the deep end, but it didn’t seem shallow to us; it was Olympic- sized in our minds. It was our heaven. We watched anxiously each time Dad put the chlorine in the water; he’d grab a gallon bottle and run around the edge of the pool, splashing glops all the way around. It always amazed me that he didn’t fall in while he was doing this because he always seemed to be leaning way over the edge the whole time. We set a portable TV near the side of the pool and spent many nights watching TV as we floated in the warm chlorinated water. Our favorite was to watch The Twilight Zone, staring at the stars and wondering when “the aliens” were coming to get us.
Dad’s Life Story says, “In 1955 I undertook the project of painting and building up around the pool. I built a Bar-B-Q and a waterfall out by it and also built a dressing room. When I filled the pool it took 4700 gallons of water to do it. We got us a 6-quart Ice Cream freezer that you don't have to crank by hand and boy do we enjoy ourselves out there by the pool; dive in and then get out and have some homemade ice cream. Boy is that good.”
We had summer Barbeques and parties. We loved cooking hamburgers and hot dogs on the brick Barbeque Dad built next to the pool. Best of all we loved Dad’s homemade ice cream. We took our turn cranking the handle that turned the metal container filled with cream that would soon be icy and delicious (and somehow, when Dad bought our first of many electric ice cream makers, it just didn’t taste as good as it had with all that hard work and anticipation). Our favorite was when Dad made maraschino cherry and pineapple ice cream, with a gumball hidden somewhere in it. Whoever got the gumball in their serving won an extra helping. Actually, all they got was a gumball because everybody got extra helpings.
We hated seeing the first big Santa Ana (Santana) winds of autumn because it always brought a pool full of leaves and dirt and no more swimming (mostly because who the heck was gonna scoop all that stuff out of the pool? Not us kids!).