Surf’s up, sprinklers rule ~
‘cause hardly anyone we know
owns a pool.
Hey . . .
We oughta go to
Fly over the footbridge
pay our ten cents
stuff our zorries into green net bags
and our hair into bathing caps
then swim like maniacs
in a glorious, blue expanse.
* Summer in San Fernando Valley found most families still positioning ice trays in front of a fan placed in a deep window sill to keep cool at night. I knew less than one hand full of people who had central air - and you could only sit panting in front of the living room window air-conditioner for so long before your nose began to run. We had to utilize other ways to cool off.
A sprinkler on the front lawn was fine most of the time, and when 'Water Wiggle' came out after the 'Slip 'n Slide' (Wham-O Toys 1961-2), that was even better! Until mom complained about the mud bog we left in the yard. Banished from native turf, we would collect our gear and a dime each (the cost of admission) and head out for some real summer fun: the public pool.
We launched from Jellico Ave. on our bikes – picking up friends along the way; sort of a 2-wheeler convoy – full speed over to
I think calling rubber flip-flop sandals ‘zorries’ must have been a uniquely Southern
~ excerpt from 'Station Wagon Wars', growing up in the 60's by CTanner