In Butler, Pennsylvania, circa the 1960s and 70s while I was growing up, the place to be at this time of year was the Butler Memorial Pool. OK, so maybe it was not a swimming hole, per se, but it was our urban equivalent. This is the place every one in town went to on those hot summer days. Major sunburns were brought home from this place. Tales of jumping into the deep end or off of the high dive (the 3-meter diving board) were told with glee.
For a couple of years around fifth and sixth grade I lived on Miller Street just down the street from the pool. Mom sent me off with 50-cents or so – enough to pay the entry fee and get a frozen candy bar at snack time.
This was also the pool where we had our annual neighborhood swim meets – just one of the many sports competitions between the eight or so neighborhood playgrounds that also kept us kids busy during the long summer days.
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