Swimming in a River:

            While watching 2 boys swimming in a river a British travel writer HV Morton wrote: “All the time, although you are unaware of it, your brains are storing every fraction of these moments. …you will always remember it although the names and faces of women you have known will become like ghosts in your minds.”

                                                                                                                                           

  H V Morton, 1933

A Memory of Swimming in a River:

            During an outing to the St. Francis River my brother, Fidel, and I were fortunate enough to coax our sister (the princess) out to a pile of rocks and gravel in the middle. We had to tow her out because she couldn’t swim a stroke. When we got her firmly established on a big rock we left her stranded there presumably forever. She set up a howl that could be heard in Poplar Bluff and our dad, Braddy, had to go get her. We got in some trouble, but Braddy was easy; I’ll bet he was just sorry that he was too grown up to have pulled that stunt. The princess has forgiven us; she knows we wouldn’t have left her out there for more than a week. H V Morton was right.

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