The woman seated in the top photo was a good friend of mom's who must have, with her husband, belonged to a country club that had a pool. The blond kid with the towel around his shoulders was her son. She would later become deaf and her friendship with mom eventually drifted apart, her deafness being late in life and mom not knowing sign language or living near her home in Tustin, CA.
Wherever mom would take us on our Saturday once-a-month visits, we often ended up at their house before mom had to take us home. I remember watching Dick Van Dyke shows there or ballet performances at their house in the early evening. It was at this pool that I dove off a high diving board for the first time. Quite a thrill since it was such a long drop.
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