That summer, the place to be was Teagarden’s Pool in Oak Harbor, Ohio.
So many things happened there and of course, none of it was permanent. Unless you count the flashes of images and thoughts of a time not cluttered with the responsibilities of adulthood.
Every kid needs a place to go to be a kid. For my buddies and me, that place was Teagarden’s Pool. It was ten minutes from home if you walked it. But to us, it was a world all its own. We’d grown up there together. Each day was filled with the shrieks of laughter and catcalls, as me and all my friends would swim on endless summer days.
Sure, they called it Teagarden’s Pool, but we knew better. That pool…belonged to us.
On one beautiful day in June, I was at the pool to take a Junior Lifesaving course. I had known how to swim since I was five. I had worked my way through the Tadpole, Guppy, Dolphin and Shark divisions. Now I was on my way to becoming a “lifeguard”. Looking back on it now, I probably took all of those classes because of the fact that they were taught by girls, not just any girls…but older girls…girls in bikinis.
And on this particular day, this pretty blond-haired, blue-eyed girl was there to take the class. Now, I pretty much knew all the girls in my age group from our little town of Oak Harbor, Ohio. But this girl wasn’t a girl that I knew…she was “new”. A rare find in our little town.
I tried not to look like I was staring. She was beautiful. I quickly looked away if I saw the slightest twitch that she may look in my direction. I sat there trying to look like I was paying attention to our “instructor-in-the-bikini”, but I couldn’t stop looking at the beautiful stranger that was dropped from heaven. Who was this new girl? Where was she from? Where was she living and more importantly was she staying?
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who eyes were fixated on the new visitor. I looked around the class and every hometown girl who was taking the class was staring as well. The evaluation was in full motion. As my eyes and all of the others boys were looking in approval, the other girls there were judgmental and critical of new-found competition.
As fate would have it, when it was time to break up into groups for our first activity of the class, I was placed in the same group with her. I couldn’t believe it, what luck!
She was walking my way and my mind was racing a million miles per hour. I was going to be the first to talk to her. I was desperately trying to think of something witty to say, something profound. Something to break the ice…something to let her see I was a “cool” guy.
I was sure I did not want to say something like…”Hi, my name is David. What’s yours? Where are you from? How old are you? Why are you here? Did you move here? Why are you taking this class? “
No…I did not want to say these things…but I did.
As a matter of fact, I said it without taking a breath and yes, I said this whole statement in less than 1.2 seconds. A world record I’m sure.
She was just staring at me. The look on her face was evident that she thought she met Oak Harbor’s village idiot.
Her jaw dropped and I could see that she was trying not to laugh at the jumbled mess that just came out of my mouth. She was trying to respond, but could not for fear that she would make fun of the town idiot. So she spoke in precise, deliberate and painfully slow words. She spoke loud. You know, like when you talk to someone who is deaf or from a foreign country. Like somehow if she talked louder, I would be able to understand what she was saying. “MY NAME IS KAREN” she exclaimed!
It was evident that I lost any chance of convincing her that I was a normal “cool” guy. So I relaxed. I interrupted her and told her that I wasn’t deaf and I was at least smart enough to follow what she was saying. I tried to be coy and told her I might not understand everything she said but I could at least try. She told me she was 15 and was from Cleveland. She was camping at a local campground for few weeks with her grandparents. She was bored at the campground so they let her take this class.
I was so glad that she didn’t catch me staring at her. I mean, I already made an absolute fool out of myself; I did not want her to think I was a pervert as well.
Maybe she was just a kind-hearted soul that took pity on village idiots or she indeed liked being with me, because for the next two weeks we were inseparable. I would wake each morning and hurry down to the pool at 8:00 AM and sure enough there she would be waiting there for me. After class we would stay at the pool until it closed that night. We would swim and talk for hours. We never left the pool. Karen told me about everything in her life. She told me about her school, her friends and her family. As beautiful as she was, she never had or wanted a boyfriend. She told me how her father died when she was two and her mom had remarried to a man she did not like. He made her feel uncomfortable. Always making comments and touching her in way that made her feel uneasy. That was really why she was in Oak Harbor. To get away from some things she did not want to deal with.
We talked and talked. I didn’t mind. She told me things that she said she never told anyone else. I guess in some way, I was her diary. She was writing memories, feelings and her dreams as she spoke to me.
Occasionally, I was able to talk to her about my life. We would talk about my brother’s death and life in a small town. We talked about religion and what we believed. We shared our love for music what we wanted to do for the rest of our lives. It was special because we could talk, knowing that we could say anything and we would not be judged like we would have been had we been talking to our friends that we grew up with. And we both knew…it couldn’t last forever.
Soon that inevitable time came upon us and neither one of us wanted to admit was taking place. She had two more days before she was going to go back home. It was Friday and she would have to leave Sunday morning. As the pool closed that warm summer Friday night, we stayed a little longer talking at the gate before her grandparents picked her up. She looked nervous and I asked her what was wrong. She just looked at me and stared. With the sun setting in the distance and the color of her blue eyes reflecting off the last remaining rays of light, she looked up and kissed me.
No…it wasn’t my first kiss. I had kissed other girls. Maybe it was her first kiss, I don’t know. But I do know that this was different. This was not about a boy and a girl. For in fact, in the two weeks we spent together we had not as much as held hands. This was about friendship and the special time we spent together. It was natural and it wasn’t odd when we stopped. It was if we were meant to have that special moment…the moment of our first kiss together.
Karen placed a letter in my hand and asked me to promise not to open it until I got home that night. We had one more day together and we made plans to meet the next day at the pool, like always.
And in an instant she was gone.
I took my time walking home that summer night…I wanted to remember and etch it in my memory forever.
I read her letter…she wrote of our first meeting at the pool. She told me that she thought it was cute how I kept staring at her that first day and how I tried to look away when she looked over at me. She had caught me staring…and I thought I had hidden it. She talked about the pool and all of our talks we had. She told me she would miss me so much. She told me goodbye. Her grandparents were leaving early on Saturday morning.
I knew at that moment, that life was not fair. In the haste of the last night together, I never got her address or phone number. It was hopeless. I’d never felt pain like that before in my entire life. The next day I ran down to the pool in the fleeting hope that she would be there. Maybe there was a chance she would stop by before she left for home. She wouldn’t come to the pool that day. Our time together that summer was over.
The next summer, right after school ended for the year, I made my way down to Teagarden’s Pool. As I walked into the parking lot, it was empty. A sign was hanging on the fence. It said that the pool was closed and would not be opening again. Within weeks, Teagarden’s Pool was filled in with dirt and the buildings torn down. It was gone forever. It was our pool, our memories and another part of our childhood taken away.
The common bond between Karen and I was gone as well. If she ever came back to see if I was still at the pool, I will never know.
That was close to 35 years ago. Even today, I think about a friendship that lasted for two weeks that has carried with me for all these years. I wonder if she still thinks about a skinny kid from Oak Harbor, Ohio. I wonder what ever happened to her, what would she be doing and if some of her dreams came true. I like to think so.
I keep that letter she wrote me in an old shoe box. I take it out every now and then, unfold the tattered, yellowed pages and I am immediately taken back to another place and time. Suddenly for a few moments, I am fifteen again and life isn’t filled with the responsibilities I have today.
Memory has a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are and the things you never want to lose.
And… I still look for a letter that I know will never come.
When you’re fifteen, it’s a long way to Cleveland.