Jun 11, 2010

My Hometown - Swimming Pool

I had intended on blogging about the place where I grew up while I have been visiting my hometown. It didn't take me long to realize that every time I started to take a picture of a place that held memories of my childhood I would have had to preface it as "This used to be..." and decided what's the point of that?

But then I realized that even the most basic description "The main drag consists of two one-way streets which travel in opposite directions" would include the disclaimer "The number of stoplights along them have doubled from two to four".

So, what the hell?

Not surprisingly, the first place that Cousin Kathy and I visited was the public swimming pool. If we weren't at the library or on the tennis courts on a summer afternoon then we were splashing around here from the time we were only allowed in the "baby pool" until well after the first frightening jump off the high diving board.

My uncle was park superintendent. Every year he gave either me or my cousin a swimming pass for our birthday. ( I always hated her it when she got the pass and I didn't.) We couldn't wait for the temperature to hit a balmy 65 so we could go swimming. We would walk to the park or ride our bikes and swim all day and then come home starved and make the most God awful triple decker sandwiches - and by that I mean we would put anything we could drag out of the cupboard or refrigerator on them.

(Disclaimer: The high dive is gone, and there are now cool beach scenes painted on the walls.)



6 Passengers in the Car:

Kathy said...

What memories we made! Let's make some more!

Brian Miller said...

smiles. our was called hidden creek...thats where i learned to swim from barry, who my younger sister had a crush on...he had a twin the girls barely noticed..

Kathy said...

I vaguely remember my town's pool. We girls hardly ever went there because the boys alwasys bragged about how frequently they peed in it.

Magpie said...

Rambling Kathy - May I say, "yuck"!

I swam here! I swam here!! I was always way too afraid to jump off the high dive. Such memories.

Relyn said...

I always feel melancholy when I see changes in an old familiar place. It reminds me of Kathleen Kelly in You've Got Mail. You know?

Jingle said...

another sweet post.