Now that would have brrn bad back in thoghter day but now days it would be the very thang Stanley. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ----- Original Message ----- From: "Stanley Browning" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Cc: "Business Source" <[email protected]>; "Shirley Easter" <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, January 19, 2008 9:54 PM Subject: [WVWYOMIN] "Skinny Dippin" > > Here is another image from my past. I hope it rekindles a few > memories? I would hate to think that I was the only one in this > group that ever went "skinny dippin." > > STAN > > Charlotte Stewart married Carl Stafford and her older sister, Dora, > married George Stafford. Both families lived on the original Rice > Stewart property, which was situated on the banks of the Laurel Fork > River near Matheny, West Virginia. There was a deep hole of water > between their houses and State Route 10, which paralleled the river > at that point. We called the hole of water the Rice Stewart Hole, > for obvious reasons. It was a favorite swimming hole for my > generation growing up in Matheny during the forties. The underbrush > all along the big hole was the hiding place for many cut-off jeans > and shorts, which had been left there by former swimmers for possible > future use or for the convenience of any other swimmers who needed a > swimming suit . The original owners had long ago been forgotten. > When we decided we wanted to go swimming, we simply searched through > the brush until we found a decent pair of shorts and we were in > business. > But on one particular hot summer night, a group of my friends and I > saw no need for such formality, and decided to go swimming in the > suits mother nature had provided us. We were walking home from the > movies at Oceana, and we arrived at the Rice Stewart Hole about > midnight. We shed our clothes, hung them on the willows and ran > helter-skelter, stark naked down the bank into the refreshing water. > > Now Carl and George Stafford worked the night shift at the Kopperston > mine and were still at work. Furthermore, on this night, of all > nights, Charlotte and Dora had elected to invite a few of their girl > friends over to Charlotte’s home for cards, gossip, or whatever it > was that young women did while they waited for their husbands to come > home from work. The final bit of trivia essential to this tale is > that Carl had mounted two powerful floodlights on his front porch and > had conveniently aimed them across the middle of our swimming hole. > There was no place to hide when the lights came on; we were trapped > in the water. > > It was shameful how those women behaved as they made mirth over our > predicament. They were not in the least sympathetic to our plight. > They taunted us and made all kinds of unsavory remarks concerning our > privates. They wondered how long each of us could stay under water > in our vain attempts to not be recognized. “Were we getting cold yet?” > > You can guess the rest of the story. Just before the onset of > hypothermia, a company of a half dozen shivering teenagers finally > recognized they had been bested, and bravely marched up the bank to > their clothes accompanied by cheers from the audience. > > Mercifully, at that moment headlights appeared in the driveway to the > Stafford house and the floodlights were turned off. Carl and George > were home. There was no encore for their benefit. > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > -- > No virus found in this incoming message. > Checked by AVG Free Edition. > Version: 7.5.516 / Virus Database: 269.19.6/1231 - Release Date: 1/18/2008 11:55 AM > >