tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362192907007766017.post2848570599556151700..comments2024-02-23T02:57:43.219-08:00Comments on Postcards: A Water WorldMagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333086721654817750noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362192907007766017.post-75049709191873864352012-05-09T19:51:17.659-07:002012-05-09T19:51:17.659-07:00This brought back many memories of girl scout camp...This brought back many memories of girl scout camp, learning to swim. We learned the sidestroke as "reaching up to pick the apple then put it in the basket" meeting the other hand at the waist. I am not sure I would be able to do it any other way. I haven't gone swimming in a very long time, as I do not wear swimsuits. I kind of miss it.chlosthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10476371332873753350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362192907007766017.post-49365514662675420782012-05-08T16:44:51.022-07:002012-05-08T16:44:51.022-07:00Learned to swim in a cold adirondack lake at 8:30 ...Learned to swim in a cold adirondack lake at 8:30 every morning of my childhood summers. When you live in a village on a lake you make sure your kids know how to swim. My parents signed us up every summer for the early morning community lessons that produced everything from splashers to life guards to olympians and professional syncronized swimmers. An old photograph shows me and my sibs in soaked suits, guts pulled in from the brutal lakewater cold shivering under a shared towel. After the lessons we went home, warmed up, ate a meal and returned for the warmer afternoon to play on the beach and swim. It was a big deal when you were certified to go beyond the ropes to the dock. Sadly there was at least one drowning every summer. Lessons or not.<br /><br />A few years ago I jumped off a boat into a cold Idaho lake - and my life quickly passed before my eyes..I am definitely too old to be that cold. Now I love the gently heated old lady pool.Lonely Rivershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06419404284743404488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362192907007766017.post-22458761379689600402012-05-08T15:50:55.285-07:002012-05-08T15:50:55.285-07:00I learned to swim when I was 47. It was one of the...I learned to swim when I was 47. It was one of the most difficult things I ever did, learning that is. After several years of 30 laps at a time I moved on to other kinds of exercise. Swimming is not for me.ruthekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03652462061207666792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362192907007766017.post-44952548325062957742012-05-08T12:57:33.762-07:002012-05-08T12:57:33.762-07:00My youngest granddaughter was a competitive swimme...My youngest granddaughter was a competitive swimmer for a while. She taught me a thing or two. All I could do now is the sidestroke and I would probably drown if I did it. Mostly I walk in the pool. Nice piece. Dianneschmidleysscribblins,wordpress.comhttp://schmidleysscribblins.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362192907007766017.post-83976854439951095882012-05-08T09:39:07.971-07:002012-05-08T09:39:07.971-07:00I wish I could swim. I've never really master...I wish I could swim. I've never really mastered it. I admire those of you who swim on a regular basis.Sally Wesselyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06470453773515491625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362192907007766017.post-37104461362030645842012-05-08T09:27:50.272-07:002012-05-08T09:27:50.272-07:00Ah! The sidestroke! Lovely! My fave!Ah! The sidestroke! Lovely! My fave!Captain Pooliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08428392323868595583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362192907007766017.post-36580730639819406982012-05-08T08:15:24.266-07:002012-05-08T08:15:24.266-07:00I was always grateful that I learned the "Aus...I was always grateful that I learned the "Australian crawl" and could actually swim with it. Because most other strokes -- even a modified backstroke -- never worked as well. Just me, I guess.Harriethttp://l-empress.liscious.netnoreply@blogger.com