For The Sunday Muse.
My friend Rosey’s parents have a swimming pool in their garden so she’s never needed to use the public swimming baths.
When we suggested going there, she was a little unsure. She said she’d heard that people pee in public pools. I said it was only allowed in the corners, so if she stayed in the centre she would be alright!
Eventually, we persuaded her to come.
After suffering the communal changing rooms and the communal shower, she arrived at the edge of the communal pool. Talk about a fish out of water! There she stood, looking terrified with her toes turned in, knees pressed together and arms firmly folded across her chest.
She had on her mother’s beige one-piece, and matching rubber cap; so different from the Rosey who at her parent’s recent party had thrown off her tiny pink bikini top, shouted ‘geronimo’, and plunged feet first into their pool clutching a champagne bottle!
Anyway, she cautiously lowered herself into the water and as she edged forward a siren suddenly screeched. We had forgotten to warn her about the Mega-Wave feature! She was knocked completely off her feet by the rush of water and looked as if she was witnessing a tsunami!
We scrambled to her rescue and hauled her out. She gave us a really angry look and said we‘d spoiled her fun! With that, she leapt back in again!
You just can’t win with Rosey!
Photo – Students at the H Sophie Newcomb College, New Orleans, 1929. Edwin L Wisherdhoto
I’ve written about 120 Rosey stories, and posted some of the best-received ones on a dedicated site simply called My Friend Rosey – it’s HERE if you’d like to take a look.