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My father is on the left and my mother on the right. When I was 12 my parents bought a nice piece of land and built a house. The next year my dad, who loved water, fishing and swimming, had a large swimming pool built. It became the center of summer life and great joy for our family and the few neighbors.
See the camera on the table? Dad may be holding a very early Polaroid camera too. The pool was at the bottom of a long slope next to the creek. For parties my Dad would load up his wooden trailer behind the tractor and haul a lot of stuff down to the pool. The trailer is on the other side of the fence here. Mom & Dad are sharing a pot of coffee with Fran Baxter and Elise and John Hynes , though I am sure Dad had done some swimming & diving already. I had a Red Cross swimming certificate and taught quite a few neighbor kids and some of their mothers to swim. Mom never learned more than dog-paddling. which she enjoyed. She just could not put her head in the water.
Old fashioned bed pool table cake, made for a friends 18th birthday - everything is made from sugarpaste x
Rolando was adorable, friendly and very competent. There are a LOT of electrical things to fix around here, and I will have to have him come back again, and again!
This is seriously on the side of my pool...
I can not describe how many people have done a double take while climbing in.
Spray paint artwork at the old remnants of the Pool 6 grain elevator in Thunder Bay.
With waterfront development pushing ahead like a drunken bull in a china shop, this site will eventually be destroyed and the concrete slabs supposedly dumped into Lake Superior to reclaim land to build a new marina.
It's almost sad that all of the hard work that has been put into these concrete art pieces by grassroots local artists will be destroyed to make way for more corporate gains, private development and more slips for rich folks' sailboats.
Can't stop progress I suppose.