Being an honorary third generation of the Pioneer Campers club provided me with many great experiences. Seeing so many great places during my summer visits and doing so many memorable things with my grandparents. Learning poker from the masters, horse -shoes, swimming in pools and lakes ect….ect. One particular pool I will never forget was attached to a club house that was below the ground.
In the Pioneers my Grandfather held many of the chaired positions through out the years but the un- chaired position he always held was that of the “funny guy”. Always making people laugh with jokes and antics that only came out when he was with some of these life long friends.
I was around 10 years old when I walked into the club house with all my swim gear on and my goggles around my head. “Hey Grandpa, want to go swimming with me”? “Sure, let me go get my suit on.” So I just hung out there with all the old guys listening to their stories of life between the last camping trip and this one. Some of them would even ask me about my own life.
Grandpa came back and pointed out the big window in the club house that looked into the pool under water. It was positioned in the middle of the room behind a bar. I thought it was “pretty cool” as we climbed the stairs leading to the pool-- Not knowing that he was setting the stage for one funny joke on the small group of guys sitting in the club house.
After jumping in the pool, we swam over to the edge directly above the big window. Grandpa Man says “We’re going to go down there and moon the boys, make sure you get down there far enough to get your butt on the window.” I was laughing already. I was going to be a part of one of my grandfather’s future legends.
“Ready 1, 2…3” We dropped down, and then we dropped our pants down and pasted our booties smack dab in the middle of that window for what seemed like minutes. We came up laughing.” He said, “Put your goggles on and look through the window and see if they are laughing”.
Oh, they were laughing, but not at our flat butts. There happened to be more people in the club house now-- like the entire club! All the rest of the men that weren’t there when we left and the women, including Grandma, (who was not laughing) standing front and center with her arms crossed. I came back up and told Grandpa, “There are more people in the room and Grandma’s down there too” We were done swimming for the day, but he smoothed it over with Grandma.
I didn’t get in trouble for that one; It was peer pressure. Ah yes, the Pioneer Campers; fishing, horse shoes, poker, swimming and mooning my Grandma.
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