The Greensborough pool miracle
Dec 01, 2021
4 minutes
WORDS by DENISE SCOTT
ILLUSTRATION
by
BRENT WILSON
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Christmas 1964. In the words of Charles Dickens: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times … ” It was the year the brand new Greensborough swimming pool opened and the year I nearly died. And yes, these two events were connected but not in the way you might imagine.
I was nine years old and having a bad time with asthma.
Not that that was anything new. I often had attacks. My mother, Marg, would sit there, cool as a cucumber, gently rubbing my back saying reassuring words like: “Just wait until I’ve finished my cigarette, Denise, and I’ll plug in your Ventolin machine.”
Mum smoked liked a chimney. Of course she did.
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