Creative Writing: A Love Story Of Mrs. Skoda's Camp Coffee
Mrs Skoda's camp coffee
A love story
The summer of 1958 was an idyllic time to be 15 years old. While the adults were concerned with their car payments and fallout shelters, my pals and I were more concerned about meeting girls at the beach.
Our little cadre consisted of 4 gentlemen, (Harry, Andy, Jim , Pat) and myself.
We decided to hang around the jukebox at the pavilion and hope that some girls would show up.
They did. Five girls from Schenectady. We had hit the mother lode.
Harold danced with Sandra, Andy danced with Susan, Pat danced with Pat, Barbra danced with Jim, and I danced with Mary Lou.
We were invited to Barbra's parents' camp later that day.
The stars and planets were aligned. 5 girls, 5 guys. That doesn't happen
A love story
The summer of 1958 was an idyllic time to be 15 years old. While the adults were concerned with their car payments and fallout shelters, my pals and I were more concerned about meeting girls at the beach.
Our little cadre consisted of 4 gentlemen, (Harry, Andy, Jim , Pat) and myself.
We decided to hang around the jukebox at the pavilion and hope that some girls would show up.
They did. Five girls from Schenectady. We had hit the mother lode.
Harold danced with Sandra, Andy danced with Susan, Pat danced with Pat, Barbra danced with Jim, and I danced with Mary Lou.
We were invited to Barbra's parents' camp later that day.
The stars and planets were aligned. 5 girls, 5 guys. That doesn't happen