Monday, June 2

Sly Memories

The tricks the mind plays are sometimes hilarious.
A Riverside Nightclub, over-looking the Avon River, in Christchurch, New Zealand. Many years ago!

A Corporate affair, tickets available to make up the numbers. Would we like to attend?

Friends to be present. What is to refuse?

Dress for the occasion. Young, slim, attractive. Part of the 'set'. Of course, we will attend.

I should, perhaps, stress, Gom & I are still much in "young" love. Something like 10 years married. Happy, blissful. Young children. Still excited by each other. Mysteries to unfold, explore. We really were, so happy!!

Sitting at a large table of guests. Some new aquaintances.
The man in the white suit asks me to dance.
Accepted, gracefully.
Dancing to the happy band's beat. The sudden realisation of ...an 'intrusion'. What the Heck?? An innappropriate erection?? "Raging" one might say?? Moving away, curving the body, to indicate, "This is not invited!!"

Begging sudden tiredness, a faintness, over heated, need to rest.

Gom laughs about it, to this day. Oh, he could be so damn smug!
As if to say," you are mine, & that is that!"
I admit we still laugh about the 'white suited man'.

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Travelling back to childhood memories.
Living on the edge of a farm. Climbing over the back fence to investigate the farm paddocks.

The wonderful exotic fruit tree. Loquats. A delicious, sweet, fruit, that grew on the neighbour's farm, down by the cattle yards, & the water troughs.
Those sweet yellow plum like fruit. The sunshine they contained. Ashamedly, I admit to stealing those fruit with cousins. The dear lady who owned the tree, was gently kind to us, when we lied about the reason we were hanging about the tree.



We told her several differing versions of why we should be down there, stealing the fruit, or rather, in close proximity of her lovely Loquat tree.

There were water troughs, & they attracted frogs, who laid their eggs, to become tadpoles. Which, of course, became frogs eventually. We were not lying about the attraction to the frogs. We did find them fascinating, & we were never cruel to them.
This frog resembles the one we saw when we were children. I don't ever remember being repelled by frogs-though I know girls were supposed to be repelled by such things.

This is a little Green Frog I photographed in our garden. I was so thrilled to see it. The pic is very blurry. Taken before the new camera!
It is true, that memories can warm you, as you age, ...or chill your soul.

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I tried to find a photo of the Pines, that dominated the camping grounds of my childhood, but I couldnt find any.
I need to go back, & capture the rich floor, of pineneedles, the tall trees, spooky, creaking, & creepy, pines, of the camping ground atmosphere.

It is hard to describe the smell, the dark sunlit, filtered light, of the camping grounds of those long ago days.

As a child, they did seem particularly spooky, & surreal, in a way.

Our mother worked for the "Public Service" which I think, meant a Government emplyment, & as such, she was entitled to Public Service Holiday Accomodation. She had to book for a chance in the queue for her turn. We spent several nice, holidays in the "Public Service" premises.

One such, was a caravan, in a holiday camp, at Papamoa Beach. Off we went, Mother, 2 kids, & lots of hope. A very spooky Caravan. Under the Pine Trees.

Thick pineneedles underfoot. A not unpleasant smell, though rather dark. A friendship struck with neighbour children, in another Caravan.

I never did find out if they were 'Public Service' also. The friendship with the son, Clive, of about my age, was very strong. We ventured daily, to the ocean front, to swim, & cavort in the smaller waves. We loved the surf, we loved the ocean front. We loved the excitement of finds among the seaweed. The driftwood forms. The shells. The endless sunny days of frolicking among the foaming surf.

I always had a 'fishy' love of the ocean, the surf, the breakers, the foaming tide, washing upon the salty sand. I adored it all. Paradise.

Running over the sand dunes, among the Lupins, in full flower, their scent heavy in the salt-laden air. The smiling flowers of the yellow 'Pigfaces', the succulent plants with yellow flowers. The smell, as we carelessly crushed their stems, flowers...under our running feet... how could be so careless??

The surf, pummelling the beach front. The huge log, rolling in & out with the breakers. Shall we dare to ride this log??

Or course! Why not? We are daring!! & young .... & ignorant.... & ...well, ....young.

So, we jump upon this log, tossed so roughly by the wave motion. Out, out, into the breakers...
I am on the top, triumphant! Woo Hoo! Look at meeee.....

Swept under by the log! It rolls & rolls, & I am still under..... I am drowning! Help help, who will help me...........help........

Clive to the rescue! How he managed to get me from under that log, I will never know. But he did!

Suddenly, there is an adult male there, asking if I am okay? Yes, yes, I say, Clive has saved me.

We rush back to the campsite. My mother disbelieving of the drama. Though later, I see she is shaking, has come to believe I may have drowned...

I never forgot that boy lifesaver. I never forgot his name. I think he is the first person I ever fell in love with. I remember the town he lived in. I remember a lot of details. He was just about perfect.

Neil Diamond & Barbra Striesand, The Way We Were.

14 comments:

alice said...

Memories are wonderful, yes? Even the chillers, yet here you are, able to remember. And that's the wonderful part!

alice said...

Memories are wonderful, yes? Even the chillers, yet here you are, able to remember. And that's the wonderful part!

Peggy said...

How sad life would be without memories. Even the bad ones help us get through problems we face today. Enjoyed reading some of yours :)

teodo said...

Your memories are a big help for my memories.
ciao ciao

ancient one said...

I have some of the same memories... just different people...LOL And it was apples and plums we stole..

Rosie said...

here's to many more of them....memories I mean not necessarily erections....

Thimbleanna said...

I do have to say Meggie, that was an interesting grouping of memories LOL! Reading your post reminded me though that there are so many things from my childhood that we don't have pictures of. Common ordinary things. Perhaps a day should be spend just taking pictures of those things now -- the day will come when I'm sure they'll be a distant memory.

Ian Lidster said...

Enjoyed travelling with you in your memories, and memories can indeed bring joy, and also bring pain. They are part of our total mosaic.

Ali Honey said...

Good for you Clive! (glad he saved you.) I loved the sea like that as a child. We had wooden surf boards our Dad made and had hours of fun - but not if you got whacked by one that had escaped.

The pines still smell the same!

jellyhead said...

Oh, I remember those childhood crushes, too!

As far the white-suited man.... how hilarious. Embarrassing I'm sure at the time, but very funny in the re-telling!!

Pam said...

Our sense of smell is so accute as a child. Mine is really fading now. I can almost smell the pine needles as you describe them.I used to play in vacant lots that are now built over with hotels and commercial buildings.It was the smell of "licorice weed" as we chased each other (was it dill?), and marshmallow weed so tall you could hide in it.That was in the days, of course, when you could be sent of to play throughout the neighborhood.I miss that clarity of vision and smell.As for the sense of touch, seems like yours is alive and well. I'd be moving away from Mr. White Suit as fast as I could as well.Euww.

bluemountainsmary said...

Wonderful memories (except Mr White Suit of course!) beautifully written.

مثلية فقط said...

what a wonderful memories ..... hope to read more about

take care

Kellie said...

Thank God for our Lifesavers! What would we do with out you?