Swimming Pool Memories
Jul 01, 2009 | 0 0 comments | 7 7 recommendations | email to a friend | print
The following are responses to The Cadiz Record’s request for stories of our readers’ memories of the American Legion Swimming Pool in Cadiz.

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 jmcgill@cadizrecord.com (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.


My memories go way back to around 1940 when our father would take my sister Sally and me to the pool for an afternoon of paddling around. He persuaded our mother to swim with us one time, bought her a new white wool bathing suit and took us all to the pool. When Mama got into the water and that suit got wet, you could see right through it. Needless to say, that was her first and last trip to the pool.

Then I went to the pool as a young teenager. I remember so well admiring the older girls sunning on towels on top of the pool house. I remember how beautiful Cotton Cunningham Lester was and how sophisticated I thought her and her friends.

And then I was an older teenager sunning in the same place with Ruby Allen Miller, Dorothy Stallons Sivills, Marian Rye Davis and Delores Crisp. How fine we felt in our one-piece suits. I remember going down the hill in some boy’s car and the brakes failing. We made it to the bottom of the hill but couldn’t stop and went across Hwy. 68 and part way up the hill in Mr. White’s drive. No brakes and the gears stripped. As older teens we would slip up to the pool at night and swim, a big group of us. It was such good, clean fun with no drinking and only a few brave ones smoked, including me. The police occasionally drove up to run us off but who cared, neither the police or us. There was no fence then and it was just too tempting. Once some smart alec put a snake in the pool.

After I married and had children, I took them to the pool every day. My friends, Ruth Woodruff, Mary Jolly and several others would sit at the picnic table and watch our kids. We would take small coolers with cokes and sandwiches for the kids. Eventually they sold hot dogs and that was lunch. My son Monty, about four, climbed to the high diving board one day, walked out to the edge, and yelled down to his sister Jeannie, “Catch me, Jeannie”. Jeannie was about ten and a good swimmer and she and the life guard both dived in to get him out. Later, after taking many lessons from Mr. Heffington, Monty was an excellent swimmer. He looked down one day and Marcie Woodruff was lying on the bottom of the pool. He brought her up and the guard resuscitated her.

For many, many years, there was no other place for our teenagers or small kids to go and how we loved that pool. What would we, in our one-piece suits, have thought if we could have envisioned the bathing suits girls wear today!

Ronella Stagner

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