(me (I think?), at the neighbor’s pool)
Growing up, we were lucky enough to have the nicest backyard neighbors. Dr. and Mrs. Pastorelle (not sure of the spelling) were their names and they kept up a beautiful piece of property. They had swans in their pond that was surrounded by weeping willows, a pool and pool room and tennis courts.
The pool room had an area that was sectioned off with those long hanging beads-it was a virtual jungle that had parrots and other birds flying around. How awesome (and 70’s-ish) is that?
In the basement of the main house, they had a Pepsi machine -I’m sure they had a complete bar setup also, a sort of billiards room, but all I remember is Pepsi on tap. We were only inside maybe once or twice…back then it was “kids play outside” ALL the time and we had great fun with their grandchildren and other neighbors. All I need to go back to those summer days as a kid is a whiff of chlorine, mixed with a smell of a cigarette (I think she smoked?), and just a sip of ice cold Pepsi-it’s a combination I just love (really, as much as I hate the smell of cigarettes in every other circumstance and never drink pop) only for the rush of memories. We played and swam for years and years and years there, even after the property changed hands.
PS. I love the vintage wind up swing in the back ground and the baby seat…which I am pretty sure doubled as a car seat. Gasp!