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B. Board: ‘A bunch of naked boys swimming together’ at ‘Bare Assed Beach’: Those were the days!
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Woody of Bonita Springs writes: “When I was a boy growing up — around the time of World War II — we lived near the western reaches of St. Paul, north of University Avenue in a neighborhood called South St. Anthony Park. It was a
wonderful neighborhood for a boy.
“One of the features — need I say summer attractions — was a swimming hole. It was an oasis tucked in among the mainline railroad and switch yards that defined the area. That area today is spanned by a Highway 280 bridge west of Energy Park Drive. It was a spring-fed pond.
“We called it B.A.B.: Bare Assed Beach.
“My brother and I and a set of twin boys we grew up with would walk over there heedless of the barrier created by the main line and switch yards of the railroad. Boys from St. Anthony Park, which was north of us, had much easier access.
“So, here was a bunch of naked boys swimming together and then, perhaps, climbing up to the roof of a nearby idle boxcar to dry off in the sun. I don’t recall rumbles between the boys from separate neighborhoods in spite of the lack of lifeguards or supervision.
“Then, it was fun. Now, over 70 years later, it is a warm memory.”
Dragonslayer of Oakdale: “I’m from the old school.
“Recently I went to my granddaughter’s wedding shower. This was the first wedding shower I ever attended, my first granddaughter, my first grandchild getting married. She is near 30 years old. She and her intended husband have scheduled their wedding on the same date that my wife and I were married 56 years ago. This started me thinking of all the things that have happened during our 56 years of marriage, and how life is different today.
“Sex education: We had sex education in grade school. It was conducted in health class. We learned about hygiene, the food pyramid, exercise and that boys and girls are different. At some point, they took the girls to a different room, and each room had the talk. For the boys it was something like: Respect girls, and keep your pants zipped. They never told us what the girls were told, and vice versa.
“In high school, we thought: OK, boys and girls are different. Let’s experiment. There seemed to be an unusual attraction to the opposite sex. By senior year, we thought: OK, I got this. Let’s get married. We spent nearly a year planning all the wedding details, and then it was over in a couple hours. The wedding night was magical, though I think it was more magical for me.
“Now life began. Oh, the rent is due, we need furniture, let’s remodel the house, crap, the car is broken … and after six kids, we finally figured out what caused it.
“Now our kids are grown and out with families of their own, and to think that we had no play book to raise these kids, other than our own past observation and experience. We stumbled through it, making many mistakes and learning as we went. Now we are experts, and it is the one thing we’ve learned that is worthless. We will not have more children to raise, and no one will listen to us anyway.
“So now we are alone, to be focused on each other again: This will be wonderful. The golden years, they’re tarnished. More curve balls and trials.
“Then came grandchildren (16). Wow, we will never be lonely in our retirement years. Wrong again; kids today are so involved in extracurricular activities, and their mom and dad are too involved in their kids’ lives, that you’ll only see your grandkids at Christmas and Thanksgiving, if they are not at the other grandparents’ house. Oh, sure, graduations, weddings, birthday parties work, but once they are 15 years old or so, it will only be at their graduation that you’ll see them for an hour or so.
“So now Rachel is getting married, and all that would not be happening if it were not for Grandma and me. I’m not bitter; I’m amazed. I look around and think my granddaughter and her to-be-husband have an advantage that Grandma and I didn’t have. If you’d like to know what that is, GOOGLE IT!”
Email: “Years (and years!) ago, when I was growing up in Indianapolis, we had a small grocery store on the corner that we’d frequent. I remember the grocer ‘plugging’ watermelons for customers. Seemed like an eminently good idea. (This would have negated the thump test shared my Great-uncle Ciro!)
“When I mentioned this to my family about five years ago, my brother (younger) and sister (older) said I was imagining things. So I started to doubt my memories.
“Fast-forward to today. I just sent my BB watermelon entry [BB, 6/20/2016] to three friends (D.C., Ohio and Tennessee), and this is the response I received from one of them: ‘LOVE THIS! And I miss the days of “plugging” melons!’
“My self-doubt was vanquished. I was not crazy, after all. Joanie asked in a subsequent email: ‘Do you all remember when they plugged for you to taste?’
“So my question to BBers: When they were ‘plugged for taste,’ does anyone know what happened to the melon if the customer decided not to buy it?
Tim Torkildson: “From the Wall Street Journal: ‘Mexico’s own Michelangelo is named Miguel Macías. For the past 15 years, Mr. Macías has been replicating the Italian painter and sculptor’s Sistine Chapel masterpiece on the ceiling of his neighborhood church, Our Lady of Perpetual Help.’
“I can’t say why I did it, but while painting my garage
“I started to design a mural colorful and large.
“The style was first Picasso, then Van Gogh, and then Monet;
“I worked upon it faithfully in silence ev’ry day.
“The neighbors came to scoff at first, but stayed and offered beer;
“the wife said I was cracking up (but said it with a tear).
“I used up all my pension buying brushes, paint, and smocks;
“the crowds were coming from as far away as sev’ral blocks.
“I don’t know when I’ll finish up my masterpiece, but heck —
“it beats the stripping, sanding, and repainting of my deck!”
WriteWoman of Shoreview: “Subject: Talking to Strangers in Hot Tubs Can Help Friends Having Emergencies.
“I headed over to the Community Center for my three-times-a-week swim. In a hurry I parked, grabbed my stuff, jumped out and slammed the door shut. A second before the door clicked shut, I knew I had made the MISTAKE — the keys-in-ignition mistake! As I checked in, I asked if any of the staff knew how to jimmy a car door. Nope, no luck, so why not swim and then worry about the MISTAKE.
“I swam my third of a mile, did my 20 minutes of stretching and headed to the hot tub to relax. Mmmmmmm … felt so good I wasn’t even worried about the MISTAKE.
“A younger man was also in the hot tub and overheard me telling a friend about the MISTAKE, so I turned to him and said: ‘Would you have any way of getting into a locked car?’ He smiled and said: ‘Yes, I might.’ While we chatted, he called a friend/co-worker and asked him to bring the tool over. Uh … no … not carjackers — County Sheriff’s office!
“Before I finished getting ready to leave the center, my car keys were on the table in front of me, which was a truly wonderful thing, as another dear friend was having nasty chest pains and feeling disoriented and awful and I knew she needed to see someone about it ASAP. I got her to the Emergency Room four miles away, where it was determined she was having a precursor to a heart attack! Whew!
“Moral of the story? A sheriff in a hot tub is worth more than just a bird in the hand!”
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B. Board: ‘A bunch of naked boys swimming together’ at ‘Bare Assed Beach’: Those were the days!
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Woody of Bonita Springs writes: “When I was a boy growing up — around the time of World War II — we lived near the western reaches of St. Paul, north of University Avenue in a neighborhood called South St. Anthony Park. It was a
wonderful neighborhood for a boy.
“One of the features — need I say summer attractions — was a swimming hole. It was an oasis tucked in among the mainline railroad and switch yards that defined the area. That area today is spanned by a Highway 280 bridge west of Energy Park Drive. It was a spring-fed pond.
“We called it B.A.B.: Bare Assed Beach.
“My brother and I and a set of twin boys we grew up with would walk over there heedless of the barrier created by the main line and switch yards of the railroad. Boys from St. Anthony Park, which was north of us, had much easier access.
“So, here was a bunch of naked boys swimming together and then, perhaps, climbing up to the roof of a nearby idle boxcar to dry off in the sun. I don’t recall rumbles between the boys from separate neighborhoods in spite of the lack of lifeguards or supervision.
“Then, it was fun. Now, over 70 years later, it is a warm memory.”
Dragonslayer of Oakdale: “I’m from the old school.
“Recently I went to my granddaughter’s wedding shower. This was the first wedding shower I ever attended, my first granddaughter, my first grandchild getting married. She is near 30 years old. She and her intended husband have scheduled their wedding on the same date that my wife and I were married 56 years ago. This started me thinking of all the things that have happened during our 56 years of marriage, and how life is different today.
“Sex education: We had sex education in grade school. It was conducted in health class. We learned about hygiene, the food pyramid, exercise and that boys and girls are different. At some point, they took the girls to a different room, and each room had the talk. For the boys it was something like: Respect girls, and keep your pants zipped. They never told us what the girls were told, and vice versa.
“In high school, we thought: OK, boys and girls are different. Let’s experiment. There seemed to be an unusual attraction to the opposite sex. By senior year, we thought: OK, I got this. Let’s get married. We spent nearly a year planning all the wedding details, and then it was over in a couple hours. The wedding night was magical, though I think it was more magical for me.
“Now life began. Oh, the rent is due, we need furniture, let’s remodel the house, crap, the car is broken … and after six kids, we finally figured out what caused it.
“Now our kids are grown and out with families of their own, and to think that we had no play book to raise these kids, other than our own past observation and experience. We stumbled through it, making many mistakes and learning as we went. Now we are experts, and it is the one thing we’ve learned that is worthless. We will not have more children to raise, and no one will listen to us anyway.
“So now we are alone, to be focused on each other again: This will be wonderful. The golden years, they’re tarnished. More curve balls and trials.
“Then came grandchildren (16). Wow, we will never be lonely in our retirement years. Wrong again; kids today are so involved in extracurricular activities, and their mom and dad are too involved in their kids’ lives, that you’ll only see your grandkids at Christmas and Thanksgiving, if they are not at the other grandparents’ house. Oh, sure, graduations, weddings, birthday parties work, but once they are 15 years old or so, it will only be at their graduation that you’ll see them for an hour or so.
“So now Rachel is getting married, and all that would not be happening if it were not for Grandma and me. I’m not bitter; I’m amazed. I look around and think my granddaughter and her to-be-husband have an advantage that Grandma and I didn’t have. If you’d like to know what that is, GOOGLE IT!”
Email: “Years (and years!) ago, when I was growing up in Indianapolis, we had a small grocery store on the corner that we’d frequent. I remember the grocer ‘plugging’ watermelons for customers. Seemed like an eminently good idea. (This would have negated the thump test shared my Great-uncle Ciro!)
“When I mentioned th
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