When my paternal grandmother said she would not go boating with the family unless we three children were taught to swim, father gave in and mother signed us up for a couple of lessons at the local swimming pool. I had never been there before, and was never taken there after the lessons, but I did learn to swim. At first I was blowing bubbles with my four-year-old brother which was very embarrassing for a ten-year old, but soon I was swimming like a fish. I loved swimming, and I have been fairly good at it. But when I told my mother that other children had money to buy a treat after swimming, we argued, then she gave me money for the cheapest candy sold at the poolside concession, a black cow (a hard chocolate flavored caramel sucker). It was okay, but I wonder (sixty years later) what my brother and sister got, as she gave them their money aside from me and they ran away to hide it from me. I probably would not remember such a small thing except that it happened so often.
But we all three little fishes learned to swim.
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For the world’s best version of “Three Little Fishes” (written circa 1930), hear Władziu Valentino Liberace sing “Three Little Fishes” and recount his “Near Death Experience”, a juxtaposition only he could do. What a showman!
Caption: Three Little Children Learned To Swim
by Annmarie Throckmorton 2018