The pool celebrates its 75th anniversary this year, and a good deal of hard work has been made to renovate the facility for this summer. A new diving board was installed last week, and local residents had been enjoying the water even before that.
The Cadiz Record will periodically publish memories submitted throughout the summer. To send in your favorite story of summers past at the pool, email firstname.lastname@example.org (be sure to include your mailing address and phone number for verification), stop by our office at 58 Nunn Blvd. in Cadiz or send mail to P.O. Box 1670, Cadiz, KY 42211.
In the 1950s and early 60s, I spent endless hours at the pool, swimming and socializing. As I drive up the hill to the pool now to do my lap swimming, I am reminded of all the ‘hot’ cars that circled that pool. We could recognize who was coming up the hill by the sound of the car.
Another strong memory is going off the high dive. Whew! Lee Woodruff was the star attraction. But beware, Burton, Rex, Tony and others were always ready to perform a cannon ball and to drench you while you perched on the side of the pool.
I thought Dick Ellis would pass out the first time I paraded out in a 2-piece bathing suit. I somehow talked him into letting me go out in public like that.
As Mimi, Wanda, Pam, all the others and I bask ourselves in baby oil and iodine, we also formed memories that will last forever.
Belenda Ellis Holland
I had mixed emotions when they opened the pool for the first time. For one thing I’d have to have swim trunks, and I really felt like a traitor to abandon Little River and the good ole swimming holes where so many boys had learned to swim.
There was the “Shoalls,” “Buffalo hole” and the “South Road” and any other place along the river that you had the urge to take a dip. But I was still excited about the new pool with diving boards.
I would miss the swing at Buffalo hole but the diving boards and clear water would make up for it. We couldn’t dive for fresh water mussels but once in a while some gentleman would toss some coins in the deep end and all the kids would dive to the bottom hoping to find enough for a bar of candy.
I had to admit it was nicer than the river, at least Mother wouldn’t gripe about my muddy underwear.
R. B. Piercy