Summer Love Never Dies

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
"That's one small step for a man one giant leap for mankind." Those words have a different meaning for me because of a an incredible summer love.

Submitted: January 28, 2015

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I recently learned a summer love of mine, to steal a line from the Doors song, "Broke On Through To The Other Side" five years ago. 

 

I first spotted her as she drove up to the spring fed swimming pool built by in the 1930s. She was in a baby blue Olds Cutlass convertible. She drew the attention of everyone when she stepped out in her two piece yellow swimsuit with her honeysuckle blond hair flashing in the sunlight. I was pretty much stunned silly when she walked by and looked over her shoulder and winked with her beautiful brown eyes sparkling. I was immediately intrigued, a blonde with brown eyes. Now that's something your don't see everyday I thought. After watching her from afar and trying to get her attention with my friends and our imature horseplay I eventually got my courage up, walked over to where she was sun bathing and introduced myself along with my buddies who tagged along. She said she was from Austin and her dad was a coach at U.T. She was a little older than me so that turned up the intimidation factor even more! By the end of the day we were all invited to come to the house where she was staying to watch the Apollo 11 astronauts walk on the moon for the first time. Little did I know at that time how the events of that night would play out in a way that would linger in my memories forever.

 

It was July 20, 1969, a beautiful summer night in southwest Texas. As with most Texas summers in July, there wasn't a cloud in sight and the moon, that magical moon with humans on it for the first time was full and so bright it hurt your eyes to look at it. Because this was an historic event it was live television but all of the feeds from the moon were in black and white.  For a sixteen year old boy it was actually a little boring and it seemed the astronauts would never get out of the Lunar Lander. So I suggested to her that we wait out on the front porch until the actual walk took place.  So here I was on a porch swing that faced the parade grounds with a spectacular view of the moon. However, my attention was focused elsewhere. I was sixteen and she was seventeen and the chemistry between us was intoxicating! She was blonde headed and had those mysterious brown eyes but her personality was really what attracted me to her. She was a big city girl from Austin and had a personality that I would call vivacious, mischievous, smart, cute and funny all rolled into one.  As a small town ranch boy I was definitely out of my league! We started out just talking and laughing and smiling a lot at each other and then touching and holding hands and then,  a KISS! Just a sweet short kiss or so I thought!  She pretty much took over as I was to find out is what she always did. She kissed me like I had never been kissed before! This big city girl was showing this ranch boy what real kissing was like and it was wonderful! The talking and laughter subsided and we just enjoyed each others lips. Summer love like I'd never experienced before! We were finally interrupted by a scream from the front door, "They're walking on the moon! You won't want to miss this."  So we walked into the living room hand in hand and there on the screen was this fuzzy view of Neil Armstrong climbing down the ladder of the Lunar Lander and then those famous words, ”That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."  We watched it for about five minutes and then back to the porch swing and more kissing!

 

Each anniversary of the moon walk I think about that awesome night. For me it isn't so much about the night a man walked on the moon. It was the night of summer love with an incredible brown eyed blonde that comes to my memory and lives on in my heart.

RIP Cathy


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