South Philadelphia boasts nine outdoor pools, from Olympic-sized Vare to pocket-sized Sacks.
South Philly’s Pools
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Inspiration for Exploration
Lifeguard swim meet at Vogt Pool, August 8th, 2013.
Even better than my summer as a lifeguard was the training I needed to do to get there. It was satisfying to learn how to do CPR and how to get an injured person out of the water safely. And I was impressed with the maturity and seriousness of my fellow trainees, most of whom were (no exaggeration) half my age. But what really made the training was the lead trainer, an absolutely fascinating Philadelphia character named Larry Brown. Larry conducted most of the twice-weekly, three-hour trainings in a shout, which echoed off the walls of the Sayre-Morris Rec Pool, alternately sounding like an army drill sergeant and a beleaguered uncle. For religious reasons, he swam fully clothed. Long sleeves. Long pants. Boots. And – fully clothed, not to mention being, at this point in his life, a grandfather – he could swim the entire length of the pool underwater without coming up for air.
Larry has been a Water Safety and Lifeguard Instructor in Philly for over twenty years. As such, he not only trains incoming lifeguards but during the summer pool season travels around inspecting safety and operations at pools across the city. He knows every neighborhood in the city – what they’re like now, and what they used to be – because he knows every pool and a sizable number of the people who staff them. I loved talking to him and Thelma, the other WSI running the training – hearing their perspectives on Philly’s people, places, and of course pools. And beyond the shouting (from Larry) and the lectures (Thelma’s specialty), the two of them really bent over backwards to make sure we all got trained right. I’m not sure how many one-on-one make-up sessions they had to do for classes we missed, whether for work trips (me) or senior proms (everybody else), but there were a lot.
A few weeks into lifeguarding at O’Connor, I decided that I too wanted to know all our city pools. My plan was to swim in all 70. I made it to 33, and swam in even fewer (some were drained, or draining; one was filling back up after an accidental draining). Next summer I’ll start earlier.
In the meantime, I don’t want to stop exploring the pools. And so, given that it’s off season, I’ll be doing that here.
Pool City
O’Connor Pool on a cool day in July.
I’d lived in Philadelphia for four years before I learned about our city pools. I knew about some of the private pools (whose fees meant I wasn’t going swimming anytime soon), and I’d cooled off many a day in the fountains along the Ben Franklin Parkway, but the fact that there were six dozen free (and legal) swimming spots in my adopted city had somehow eluded me.
And then, on a sticky, muggy, get-out-of-the-shower-and-immediately-begin-to-sweat day in July 2006, I was riding my bike a few blocks from my then-house when I spied a group of people wrapped in towels, emerging from behind a brick wall I’d passed a thousand times. It had never occurred to me that there might be anything interesting behind that wall, much less something that would fundamentally change my experience of summer in the city.
Philadelphia has 70 outdoor public pools that open during the summer, as well as five indoor public pools that stay open year-round. That’s more free outdoor places to swim than in any of the four US cities that boast larger populations than our 1,547,607. (New York’s got 53 outdoor pools – plus 12 indoor ones that cost money to use – for a population of 8,336,697. LA’s got 47 outdoor -plus 7 indoor – for 3,857,799; Chicago 50 outdoor – and 26 indoor – for 2,714,856; Houston 37 for 2,160,821.)
That first pool I stumbled upon back in 2006, O’Connor, takes up the block of South Street that runs between 26th and Taney. After seven summers of squeezing in visits around an increasingly demanding work schedule, I got to spend this past summer poolside, lifeguarding at O’Connor 35 hours a week. (I may have been a little out of place. My boss Natalia, our “LG2,” or head lifeguard, celebrated her 20th birthday three days after I celebrated my 35th.) I saved a few lives. Mainly I just sat there. It was occasionally boring. But in those moments, I’d look up at the sky and remember that it was summer, that I was outside, that I was getting paid to sit by the water and make sure the kids of our city could enjoy the glory of a swim without it being their last. Life was good.
Nothing gold can stay
The last of Philadelphia’s 70 outdoor public pools closed for the season a month ago today. Many of them were drained well before.
Like any organization, the City of Philadelphia Department of Parks and Recreation (which runs the pools) has its quirks and dysfunctions. And I know that the pools cause some of the people tasked with overseeing them a lot of stress. Handling the public. Dealing with packs of temporary and mainly younger staff. Most of all trying to avoid tragedies, like the drowning of seven-year-old Jabriel O’Connor at Cobbs Creek in July, may he rest in peace.
But from my vantage point, Philly’s public pools are golden, magical summer places, and I can’t wait til they reopen in June.
Swimming Philadelphia 