My first brave step forward was to enroll in a Texas Panhandle college located about twenty miles from our house. I happily moved into the dorm—Cousins Hall—and learned the very strict rules. Those rules included not wearing pants downstairs, no boys except chaperoned in the downstairs living room, a strict curfew, bed check every night, and a clean room check every week. The dorm also gave me my first experience in sharing a communal bathroom and showers.
Dorm life was quite a change from our warm family atmosphere, but I was determined to make it work for me. I do not remember much about my classes but the social life was enchanting. I quickly acquired a new boy friend with a new car sporting large fins. I pledged my mother’s sorority and acquired many “sisters” to help integrate me into campus life and the activities on campus. Those first two years of college went by in a flash.
My next step farther from home came when I began to dream of going to Kerrville for the summer to teach swimming at a camp for handicapped children. First I had to learn to swim which led me to discover a love for the water that I still have. I was a natural in the water and sailed through the swimming classes and my Life Saving and Water Safety Instructor certification in one year. My parents were not too sure about allowing me to go that far from home but I was hired and off I went. Oh, what a glorious time I had in Kerrville amongst all those trees. I gained many new loves that summer including a boy friend from Austin. I also gained a deep love for the Texas Hill Country and a pet skunk named Pepe La Pew that I kept under the bunk I shared with a blind counselor. She loved to help me take care of Pepe and at the end of the summer I took him home to Mother, poor dear, who later donated it to the zoo.
From Kerrville, I moved to Austin to attend the University of Texas where I received my first degree, but did not marry the boy I met in Kerrville. After graduation, I taught in Austin for three years until I married and we moved to California. Thus my separation from home was fairly well accomplished. I still returned home frequently for the next 40 years, but I never returned there to live.
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When I read the second paragraph, I was like no pants, then what do you wear instead? Then I realized that this was awhile ago...
ReplyDeleteIn high school I always knew I would have to leave home to get a job in engineering, so I was prepared for it. I never expected to end up in Texas though, but right now I'm very glad I did!
How come you don't swim at the gym? I would think it would be okay for your hip.
Yes, it WAS a different time when they did not let us wear pants downstairs in the dorm. Many, many years ago!
ReplyDeleteI do water exercises, but have been doing them at a place where they have classes for people who have had knee and hip replacements. I started in the water with exercise just 3 weeks after each hip replacement. In fact, I went Thursday to the indoor pool at the gym and did my exercises there. It felt great!
And I am so glad you landed in Texas so we could know what an exceptional person you are! Our privilege!