When I was still in High School back in the early 60’s, this small pond located on the nearby farmers land was a really great place to swim and have some fun on hot summer day’s and evenings. The Owner, Mr. Miller as we called him, gave us boy’s permission to swim in the pond, but always to be careful. He never did mind as long as we did not destroy anything or make a mess. We never did. The Pond was not that deep. About 10 ft. at the deepest end. An occasional snake or turtle might be found, but hardly ever did we see any.
We even used it for ice skating during the Winter months. If it would snow, which it did, some of us would get snow shovels and clear the snow off the ice and have a good time doing it. Even the few local girls came and helped out, but not many times.
Now, the many years have passed by. Mr. Miller is long gone and the Pond stands empty. Overgrown and covered with leaves, no one swims or ice skates here anymore. This ole’ Pond has many memories for me. A Ghost from my past.
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Les
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