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I guess it is about time to break the swim suits out. I began rummaging through the closet and found 3 pair of swim trunks, 25 Harley-Davidson t-shirts and Jimmy Hoffa. As I tried the swim attire the kids bought me a few years ago with Mickey Mouse on them and it stirred memories of class picnics every May that the Tallapoosa City School System used to celebrate just before the end of the term. Those picnics were always fun times and I think it was because of where we held them. Tally Valley Park also known by long time Tallapoosans as "Alex Lake" was a key part of our summers here. Alex Jailette worked for Georgia Power and he and his family operated the local swimming pool. It was a great place to spend the day. His mother in law Mrs. Head would spot someone pool side getting blistered from the sun and she'd make them put on some Coppertone to prevent sunburn. My mother made up some concoction of iodine and baby oil that she made me apply liberally to avoid toasting my epidermise. Going to "Alex Lake" was a fun time. I think it cost about 50 cents to get in. Mrs. Head collected the money and sold tasty concessions such as Fritos corn chips, Zero and Payday candy bars, and other snacks. A candy bar was a nickel and a bag of chips also was 5 cents. What can you buy for a nickle these days? The Royal Crown Cola soda machine was located at the concrete pavillion on the eastern side of the park. An R C Cola or a Nehi orange drink cost a dime. The jukebox was a dime for one song or 3 songs for a quarter. "round round, get around, I get around, yeah" was blasting as Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys wailed one of the great anthems of summertime on the jukebox. Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs out of Dallas, Texas had a huge summer hit called "Wooly Bully" that I bet I heard 10,000 times one summer in the mid 60s. That jukebox cranked out instrumental smash hits like "The Happy Organ" by Dave "Baby" Cortez and "Last Night" by the Mar Keys on those hot summer afternoons as Phillip Eidson did a cannonball or a jack knife off the middle diving board. Phillip in high school could do a cannonball of the diving board and soak everyone in Haralson County. Our city manager also had in his youth a dive called the can opener that also could drench anyone in his wake. "Alex Lake" was not a lake at all, it was a concrete pool or "cement pond" for you fans of Jed, Grannie, Ellie Mae, and Jethro. A rite of passage for preteens in those days was jumping off the high dive at the pool. I swear I felt like one of those Acapulco cliff divers the first time jumping off the high dive at "Alex Lake." That pool is where many of us learned to swim. Harvey Nixon was the life guard there and taught many of us how to swim. The pool was a place of nothing but happy memories for us. The first time I ever saw a snake up close and personal was slinking down the creek that was along side the pool at the foot of Tally Mountain. The Jailette's pool was where I began to appreciate the

physical beauty of the female form. I still remember Jill Evans' red and white stripped two-piece bathing suit. Can any of you remember the evening dance parties that were sometimes held at that pavillion? Were you blessed enough to have had an after church Sunday picnic there? I remember Alex's sons Henry and Jimmy worked hard in keeping the grass cut and the dressing rooms clean. I recall the dressing rooms always smelled like Pine-Sol. Henry and Jimmy's sister Brenda had multiple tasks at the town's oasis from the summer heat. I have nothing but fond memories of "Alex Lake." I wish it was open again. I have to pay a neighborhood association $700 dollars a year to take my kids swimming. It breaks down to it about $100 bucks a visit. When out here the kids like to swim at Jellystone Park in Waco. The memories of hot days by the pool laying on a towel and enjoying the view of the lovely local girls glistening with suntan lotion and jumping off the high dive. There were warm summer nights listening to that pavilian jukebox with the Rightous Brother singing "You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'" and couples dancing and holding on to each other for dear life. Going into the 9th grade that summer and every time I saw Susan Myers back then my heart would begin to race. In those days we'd sometimes go down to McBride's Bridge and float on Western Auto inner tubes and floating on down with the lazy flow of the Tallapoosa River to the bridge that crosses U. S. 78. Yes dear readers who grew up here, those summer days were filled with fun swimming under a blazing sun and nights that had the sound of locusts and the smell of honey suckle. Does that memory make you long for a kinder and a gentle time. The Bridge-Bremen Family Festival is on May 21st and begins at 9 a.m.. A 5K run/walk, children's crafts, inflatables and at 2 p.m. the annual Bremen Idol contest. Judges for the contest include Harold Shedd who produced Glen Campbell, Mel Tillis, the Kentucky Headhunters and a string of number one songs for Alabama. Harold also signed Billy Ray Cyrus, Shania Twain, and Toby Keith to recording contracts as a high ranking executive with Mercury Records. Harold has also served on the boards of directors of the Country Music Association and the Academy of Country Music. Harold Shedd is one of the most respected producers in Nashville. Last year, Bremen Idol had some good acts. Hope you all will come and bring your family. It will be the third edition of the family festival that has music, food and fun.
Rhubarb Jones is a Tallapoosa native and a Distinguished Lecturer in the Department of Communication and Director of Special Projects for the Office of Development at Kennesaw State University. Previous columns are available online at www.tallapoosa-journal.com. Commentaries can be heard weekdays at 11:05 a.m. on The Legend 1060 WKNG. Comments and suggestions are welcome at P.O. Box 1001, Tallapoosa, GA 30176 or via email at rhubarbjones@aol.com



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