FreedomWriter
61 posts
Nov 11, 2013
11:06 AM
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The Dayton boys club used to have an option that allowed for naked swimming. Didnt know it at the time and went there once, and never returned. Something about it just felt uncomfortable.
Last Edited by FreedomWriter on Nov 11, 2013 11:09 AM
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luv my dayton
456 posts
Nov 11, 2013
2:32 PM
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The men's Y did the nude thing the women's Y wore swimming suits. That wouldn't work today and have no idea what the logic was back then either. Don't think there even is a YM or YW in dayton anymore.
Last Edited by luv my dayton on Nov 11, 2013 2:35 PM
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Nile
105 posts
Nov 12, 2013
7:26 AM
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Yes, naked. The only place to swim was indoors and I went to the Y. The first time I went there, I didn't know. I took my suit, and when I came out from the locker room what a shock. I went there often probably in 5th grade and never at any time was there anything ever improper from anyone. You couldn't do that today. What a stir there would be. IMHO, times haven't gotten better. There was innocence, then.
Last Edited by Nile on Nov 12, 2013 7:34 AM
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Ared60
73 posts
Nov 14, 2013
6:04 AM
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I wanted to comment on a couple of postings I read some time back.
To carlatm75, I was one of the lucky ones that could walk to the Trotwood Aquatic Club. For a few summers we would buy a season pass, which cost $13.00, and we would beg Mom to let us go almost every morning. Now here's the good part. She wouldn't let us go until the temperature hit 72 degrees. I can't imagine jumping into a pool at that low of a temperature today. Maybe the pool was heated, I don't know, but it never bothered us.
Also wolfcreek, your comment about looking through the fence, down the gorge toward what you thought was probably a drainage ditch was actually Wolf Creek which ran behind the pool. We used to swim in the creek also. There was a pool (deeper spot) just about where the creek ran under the bridge on Main St. Just about everywhere else it was just for wading and looking for crawdads (crayfish, for the unenlightened).
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KennyE11
152 posts
Nov 14, 2013
11:19 PM
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Ared - I had a similar experience in my early years near the Wolf Creek spot you described. We lived on Oakes Road, and part of Moss Creek ran through our property (although I didn't know The Creek actually had a name back then), north of the confluence with Wolf Creek. It had a similar pool that we used to swim in, and we also looked for crawdads, etc.
I haven't driven past the Trotwood Aquatic Club location in awhile, so I went to the Google Maps satellite view to see if I would recognize the location. There are still buildings there (at the time the satellite and bird's eye views were taken), but the pool was filled in. It was still recognizable though...
Years later, we used to go to the pool at Newfields (now Sycamore Woods), but I don't believe that pool exists any more either.
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Ared60
74 posts
Nov 15, 2013
5:28 AM
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Kenny, I did the same thing (google maps) a while back. The creek is still there but the pool is long gone.
They also had trampolines that you could rent time on. These were in-ground with vinyl matting covering the springs and the gap between the walkway and the trampoline material. They were very well done and usually pretty busy. And probably dangerous as all hell, which added to their appeal. I can only guess that the creeping in of the nanny state did away with them. I remember that two kids timing their jumps just right could rocket one pretty high up in the air. At least it seemed high enough to me, at 11 years old.
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Rusty
4 posts
Nov 20, 2013
2:28 PM
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my family belonged to Oak Creek Swim Club in Kettering, went there for many years in the 60's & 70". Its still there.
Also Old River with friends whose fathers worked at NCR.
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tlturbo
556 posts
Nov 21, 2013
5:16 AM
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I got SCUBA certified one Winter (about 68?)at an indoor pool (think it was a YMCA) somewhere in Kettering. They wanted us to take our certification dive through the ice and I said NO WAY so we waited for warm weather and all went to some quarry N of Xenia that was a dive hot spot.
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