To get my mind off of my aches and pains, I am writing this new story about a popular location off of Nash’s Mill Road.
Fortunately, Greenfield uses the Green River for its source of water for swimming during the summer months.
Many years ago, there was a smaller pool for children to use for wading and learning how to swim. I think pipes were used to get water to this pool. How often it was flushed out and new water brought in, I do not know that answer. How I got there I do not remember to this day. But I do remember many years ago this happened to me at this pool.
A severe thunderstorm and lightning came upon all of us. I ran to the boy’s locker room and toilet, floundering for cover. Being a stupid kid at that time, I decided to run across the area and got into a stranger’s car. They asked me my name and eventually they brought me home to my parents. This was one of the scariest times in my life, but I still remember it happening to me.
There is no longer a small pool, but I did enjoy it. I never became a good swimmer, but I think I became a pretty good writer to give everyone memories to think about.
It has been a joy to write all of my stories and I will miss doing them. Perhaps some older people found them interesting and educational. I do hope so.
Robert Bitzer, who lives in Erving, is a frequent contributor to the Recorder.