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> Posted by Cooper62636 on January 11, 2013 at 21:21:30

> I grew up on the same road as my Grandparents’ farm because my Dad and his siblings were all given a part of the farmland to build a house. Most of our neighbors were Aunts and Uncles with one notable exception. My Dad talked his parents into selling a plot of land to his friend Gerard, and Gerard built a large home at the end of our road. Uncle Gerard and Aunt Hazel (we were instructed to call them Aunt and Uncle out of respect for our elders) had three kids – Eric, Dan and Susan. Eric and Dan were only a year apart in age (Susan was much younger than her brothers), and although I was only three or four years older, I considered them just kids. Uncle Gerard was a successful Engineer, and I considered him very handsome. He wore beautiful business suits for work, favored black or cordovan leather penny loafers and always had thin dress socks - even when dressed casually. I enjoyed spending time at their house because there was a pool (my first fully-clothed experiences were in this pool), and I was often asked to “baby sit” the three kids when Aunt and Uncle went out. When I was about fourteen and the two boys were ten and eleven I saw Uncle Gerard come home from work and throw his kids into the pool. Eric and Dan went to a private school and were still in their school clothes – I believe it was the end of the school year. I remember the two boys wore khaki pants, white long-sleeved dress shirts, black sweater vests and black socks, and Eric still had on his black school shoes. I talked Uncle Gerard into tossing me in as well. I remember thinking I’d get in trouble at home for getting wet in my own school clothes. It was the early 1970s and I remember what I had on that day – dark red bell bottom cords, platform shoes, dress socks (only kind I’ve worn since high school) and white tight long-sleeved sweater. I begged him to jump in with us so my Mom would know it wasn’t my idea – I also wanted badly to see him soak his loafers and socks. Unfortunately he didn’t get wet with us that day, but later that summer my wish came true in an unexpected way.
> Earlier that year Uncle Gerard had been appointed or elected (can’t remember which) to become mayor of our little town and we were all invited to his installation. The ceremony was held on the Fourth of July which turned out to be the hottest day that summer. This was back in the early 1970s, and most people dressed-up when attending important events. After being sworn in on the steps of Town Hall, Uncle Gerard gave a short speech that included mention of a fountain that had recently been built near the Hall. I was standing with Eric and Dan (we were all dressed up, wearing nice pants, shirts, ties, etc.) next to the fountain, and as the adults dispersed and began to enter the air-conditioned building for the reception, I saw the two boys start to splash a bit in the cool water. It isn’t a deep fountain, and the surrounding ledge is less than a foot high. Dan was standing on the short ledge while Eric sat on the same ledge. They splashed each other and I knew they would probably end up getting wet. Eric was wearing white slacks which were getting wet from sitting on the wet wall, and his brother was using his already wet loafers to kick more water onto his brother. I hoped my parents would let me join in the fun. “No” was the stern answer. And then I saw Uncle Gerard head for the fountain. Would he? I knew Uncle was wearing a light brown business suit, thin ribbed brown dress socks, brown highly-polished loafers, and a brown and tan shirt with a darker brown silk tie. I moved closer to the fountain to get a better view. Dan had already entered the shallow water and his black shoes, tan socks and tan pant cuffs were underwater. Eric had also lowered his black shoes into the water, although he was still sitting on the wall. His white dress socks and white slacks were becoming transparent. Both of them had left their Navy Blazers on, and both wore big bright red bow ties. I heard Uncle Gerard say something along the lines of “it’s too hot for this suit” as he leapt over the wall into the fountain. I saw beautiful dress socks go in the water, but he had removed the loafers. Eric and Dan jumped on their Dad’s back and dragged him to his knees. The three of them splashed each other, jumped in and out of the water, sat, knelt, rolled and got thoroughly soaked. The light brown suit jacket became transparent and you could see the silk suit lining showing through the brown fabric. Clearly Uncle Gerard wore boxers, and his TNT socks were OTC! I had forgotten Uncle had removed his loafers until it was time to go. He straightened his tie (people were taking pictures), stepped out of the water and squished thin, gorgeous socks inside his still dry shoes. (I’ve seen other people do this, and it is always a hot thing to witness). The wet socks and dripping pants seeped water into the shoes – soaking them completely. Why bother taking the shoes off only to get them soaked anyway?
> Eventually my parents relented, and I did get to join Eric and Dan in the water. Uncle Gerard returned to the reception in his soaking wet suit. On the way home my Dad commented on his friend Gerard’s ability to look dignified in his wet clothes.

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