Hometown Swimming Hole
My mom is from a small
town in Georgia.
My great grandma lived
there when I was a little
girl and is buried there,
Cedartown, Ga.
The fav place for me and my
brothers and cousins to
visit when we went to see
my great grandma was the
swimming hole down the
street.
It was where the town
got its water once it was
filter through.
I loved this place.
The road ended in the
water and picked up
on the other side.
I remember seeing folks
pull their car down there and
wash it.
Been years since I have been
there to visit. I lost
my great grandma in the
early 70's. Mom and
I took at trip there 30 years
or so ago and I remember that
there has been a blockage built
to prevent anyone from driving
into the water.
I have great memories of
this place.
you can see the road in the
pic below.
These are pics that I have pulled
off a Cedartown Ga. facebook
page.
We rarely went on the other
side of the bridge. There were
more weeds and stuff on that
side so I think we convinced ourselves
that there would be snakes on that
side....
haha...
like they would not swim under the
bridge to where we were playing.
You can see that the water
would narrow down in the
pic above, that is
where the water feeds to the
processing building.
This is a pic I took MANY, MANY
years ago of my cousins.
Left to right...
Jerri, Margaret, Kim, Tammy, Becky,
Annette and Donna Lynn.
Kim and Tammy are from
different families. The others are
all sisters.
They were all sitting on the bridge
with their feet hanging over
the sides.
This is the second pic that I have painted
my mom of that bridge.
The first one was a 16x20
that hung in the dinning room
from the time I was in 11th grade
till I painted this one at the age of
43 or 44.
I do not have a pic of the first but
next time at mom's I will
shoot one. I thought for years
that it was great!
Great until I really learned to
paint.
Thank you for stopping in,
Comments
Your painting is pretty.
You're a wonderful artist, and can do so many things. I'm in awe of you!
xoxo