Monday, August 3, 2015 – Peyton Place and a Safe or Why Sex Education is Needed in School
The summer BFF Luddite and I were in the sixth grade, we somehow convinced our mothers to let us go to Camwood with DML – classmate also in sixth grade. Even more amazing is that we three somehow convinced our mothers to let us go swimming there. How we convinced Joyce, Doy and Grace I do not recall. You know they were in cahoots with one another. Thank goodness the technology of the day was a dial-up telephone with party lines. (Google it). Note to DML and BFF Luddite – this story is not to be confused with the Camwood story of when I almost drowned because you two almost knocked each other out when your heads collided as I went under the water. Another time.
This story is about the time DML stole (i.e. borrowed) her mother’s copy of Peyton Place by Grace Metalious and smuggled it to the pool at Camwood. Since it was DML’s mother’s book, DML was unanimously selected to read passages aloud. Making Evelyn Shannon and Margarite Tergerson proud with her reading skills, (two-grade levels above sixth grade reading level) DLM read aloud from the side of the pool, while BFF Luddite and I floated in the pool with our arms hung over the pool’s edge.
BFF Luddite and I listened attentively, anxiously awaiting every thrilling word of Rodney Harrington taking bad girl Betty to the lake late at night. to “do the deed.” It went something like this:
DLM: Betty turned to Rodney and asked “Did you bring a safe?”
DLM, Me & BFF Luddite simultaneously “A SAFE! Why did she need a safe?”
BFF Luddite: I know. To put her purse in so it wouldn’t get stolen while they were doing it.
Me and DLM: Yeah. That must be it.
And that is why sex education is needed in schools. Stay cool. And reread Peyton Place.