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Cape Central High Photos

Ken Steinhoff, Cape Girardeau Central High School Class of 1965, was a photographer for The Tiger and The Girardot, and was on the staff of The Capaha Arrow and The Sagamore at Southeast Missouri State University. He worked as a photographer / reporter (among other things) at The Jackson Pioneer and The Southeast Missourian.

Come here to see photos and read stories (mostly true) about coming of age in Southeast Missouri in the 1960s.

Please comment on the articles when you see I have left out a bit of history, forgotten a name or when your memory of a circumstance conflicts with mine. (My mother says her stories have improved now that more and more of the folks who could contradict her have died off.) Your information helps to make this a wonderful archive and may end up in book form.


Cape Pool’s Final Days

Like Terry Hopkins pointed out in his moving commentary yesterday, this is the time of year when the Capaha Park Pool should be opening for another swimming season. Instead, heavy equipment moved in to bury bricks, mortar and memories.

If you ever dipped a toe in the Capaha pool, I’d encourage you to go back and the read stories written by three life guards from the Class of 1966. All of them said the pool changed their lives. The comments that have been left here, Facebook and The Missourian are equally touching.

I wonder how many years it will take before the memory of our pool is as distant as the one that preceded it. Probably most of us never turned away from the diving area to look at a tiny concrete oval below us. That was the original pool.

A rite of passage

Going through those double doors by yourself was a real rite of passage. Not quite equal to getting your driver’s license, but pretty close. You’d go through the doors, pay your entrance fee, then get issued a wire basket with a safety pin-like number on it that you used to claim it when you left.

You’d go into the communal dressing room where a young boy couldn’t help but feel woefully insignificant and insufficient when he confronted teenage boys and men wandering around in their all together. Fortunately, the dressing rooms didn’t have a ceiling or roof, so you could spend your time looking up at the sky like there was something of interest to see up there.

You’d better look showered

Somewhere, there was a sign that said something to the effect that showers were required before swimming. Woe be the person who didn’t look at least superficially wet when they exited the dressing room.

One the way out, you’d splash through some kind of dark liquid that I suppose was intended to kill whatever creeping crud you might have on your feet. The final step was to turn in your metal basket and clip the safety pin thingy to your suit before stepping through the second set of double doors leading to nirvana.

On the east end of the building was the concession stand. The thing I remember most was some kind of thin, taffy-like, multi-colored candy that was sold between sheets of waxed paper. A chain link fence bisected the stand so people outside in the park who hadn’t paid for admission to the pool could still buy things.

Shallow water and toddler pool

The shallow end and toddler pool were to the east.

Toddler pool was always warm

If you were REALLY young or had smaller siblings in tow, you’d turn left toward the kiddy pool. The water in there was always warm. I never liked to contemplate whether it was because it was shallow and would heat up quickly or if it was a byproduct of all the toddlers dunked in there.

Water got deeper to the west

When you got taller or learned how to swim, you’d migrate from the shallow eastern end of the pool to the rope at the west end of the L that marked the deep end. If the life guards doubted your ability, they’d whistle you over and make you demonstrate your swimming prowess.

Diving area was the best and worst of worlds

After you had spent some time getting up enough courage to jump off the edge of the pool doing cannonballs and splashing around, it was time to graduate to the diving boards.

I don’t know how far above the water the low dive was, but it was by no means LOW the first time I got up enough nerve to climb up on it. It felt like it was at least 10 stories high. Still, it didn’t take long for me to transition from holding my nose and jumping to doing some actual bounce-the-board dives.

High dive required oxygen, Sherpa guide

If the LOW dive felt high, then the actual HIGH dive was somewhere akin to Mount Everest. I expected that you’d be assigned a Sherpa guide and supplementary oxygen to scale those heights.

I don’t know if it was an official rule, an unofficial understanding or just a sadistic whim of the life guard who saw me climbing the steps to the high dive for the first time.

“That’s a one-way trip”

“That’s a one-way trip,” he growled. Well, to be accurate, if it was Terry Hopkins, it really might have been a squeak, but it sounded like a growl to me at the time. “If you go up that ladder, there’s only one way to get off the diving board and that’s off the end. There’s no turning back.”

Fearing the guard more than the certain death that was facing me, I opted to keep climbing. Not only was that sucker HIGH, but the board jiggled and quivered like it was just waiting to launch me off into outer space of its own volition.

My toes were clawing air

I think I was about 12 when I made the journey UP the ladder, but I’m pretty sure I was old enough to need to shave by the time I got up enough nerve jump off the board feet-first, holding my nose. My eyes were clinched tightly closed so I couldn’t see, but I bet my toes were clawing air like a cartoon character all the way down.

They say the water was only 12 feet deep under the boards, but they just have been using some kind of foreign tape measure that computed in light years, not feet.

I was hooked

Once I got back into air and light, I did a quick visible body part check, divided by two and came out with an even number. Then, I made a beeline for the high dive. For the rest of the summer, I wore a rut in the concrete going from water to diving board. I never got good, but I got where I didn’t embarrass myself.

Circle marked home of Millie the Duck

The south side of the pool had a large concrete pad that was perfect for lounging around. This circle marked where a huge tree stood. One day someone called the newsroom to report that one of the lagoon’s ducks was sitting on a nest of eggs in the gravel under the tree.

Summer in the newspaper business was called “the silly season,” because everything slowed down and the most superficial of stories could find themselves on the front page. Consequently, Denny O’Neil and I were dispatched to interview Millie the Duck.

Denny was a heck of a writer. He did the words when I got the wild idea of using infrared film to shooting the audience watching Help, the Beatles movie at the Esquire. I also talked him into covering a Flying Saucer Convention.

Anyway, Denny did too good a job. Everybody in town loved the story. Editor jBlue let us know we were on permanent Millie duty until the eggs hatched. I was getting paid by the photo, so I didn’t care; Denny became less and less enchanted with the assignment as the ducklingless days passed. I’ll save the full Millie saga for later when I find all the photos.

Pool a metaphor for life

The pool was a metaphor for life for most Boomer Cape Girardeau kids. We started in the warm waters of the toddler pool under the watchful eye of our parents; then we were given the freedom to explore the shallow waters under the guidance of life guards not a whole lot older than we were. We got brave enough to venture into the figurative and literal deep waters and finally graduated with that amazing first flight off the high board.

Scatter my ashes above the pool

Terry Hopkins wrote yesterday, “At one time, I wanted my ashes scattered on the hill above the pool just so I could be close and watch people having fun at a place I loved.”

Looked a little seedy at end

The facility was looking a little ragged toward the end. The main building could have used some pressure cleaning. The tank itself looked pretty good, but some of the deck needed concrete patching.

Jacqie / Bill Jackson wrote yesterday that the method for keeping the water treated and in balance was dangerous and “seat-of-the-pants” even in the 70s, so the city probably was justified in ending an era.

When I shot these photos in April, I knew the pool wasn’t going to open this year.

Still, there’s a big difference between knowing the patient is terminal and getting a call in the middle of the night that the life journey is over. Wife Lila said she kept going back and rereading the story all day. It’s like she lost a friend.

Overview of the park

Here’s an overview of Capaha Park taken April 17, 2011. The ball field is on the left; the lagoon is on the right and the L-shaped swimming pool is above the lagoon. Broadway is to the right and Cherry Hill is in the lower left corner. The-red roofed building at the bottom is the band shell.

If you have a story to share about Capaha Pool, please leave a comment. I’ve been amazed at how much the facility meant to over a half-century of children and their parents.

Technical nit: for some reason, the blog will sometimes not show new content if you’ve been to the page before. If you press Ctrl-F5, it will refresh your browser and show you the new material.

 

15 comments to Cape Pool’s Final Days

  • Bob Hunt

    The comment about every house in Florida having a pool raises the point of the importance of swimming holes to the social fabric of the town. The fact is that in Cape, the pools (CGCC & Capaha) were far more than a way to beat the humidity. For most children they were a forced immersion into the broader universe of kids outside of the neighborhood and elementary school comfort zone. Competion in a variety of forms followed.

    As the comments indicate, the challenges presented beginning with swimming across the pool to riding a bike for a mile daily outside of parental control could only add to sense of accomplishment and self confidence. Of course, the inability to master a swan dive from the high dive cut the other way.

    Like many modern conveniences, the spread of the at-home pool has weakened such social interaction, and we are less tolerant more reliant upon lawyers for it.

    • Bob,

      I see where you’re coming from and I don’t completely disagree about the community melting pot that swimming pools provided. I totally agree that they provided some of the first steps to independence, along with going to the fishing hole, hiking, camping with your buddies (as opposed to an organized group with adults) and bike excursions.

      As far as a family pool limiting social interaction, our backyard pool was full of screaming kids from early in the morning until evening. True, they were mostly neighborhood kids and schoolmates, but our neighborhood looks like United Nations, so there was plenty of cross-cultural interaction. I’m sure there was much more diversity in my backyard than there was at the Country Club.

  • Susan Fee Means

    Last night, I was trying to explain the location of the old oval Capaha pool to my non-Cape native husband, and this morning I awaken to a photo of it.

    By the way, my mother still blames the polio scares of her youth, and the subsequent pool closures, with her inability to ever learn to swim.

    • Without a doubt, Dr. Salk changed childhood forever. It’s scary when I go back to read old clippings about the polio epidemic.

      A story I did on the Natatorium had this in it:

      “July 30, 1946: all swimming pools in Cape were temporarily closed until further notice and parents were urged to keep their children from swimming in ponds and creeks because of an outbreak of polio. Gerald Perry, 10, was taken to a St. Louis hospital after his left arm and shoulder were paralyzed. He was in a ward with two others. Twenty-seven youngsters were in a an isolation ward; three of them were in iron lungs.”

  • Stephanie Daniel Bunton

    While the pictures are wonderful, the stories that folks have contributed bring the Cape pool to life, and are so enjoyable to read.

    Maybe I’m a hoarder, but it would be neat if the city had collected those bricks to mail out to those who wanted a piece of history, in exchange for a donation to the parks, etc. Or even to use those demolished bricks to make a courtyard somewhere in the park, as a dedication…

  • Stephanie Daniel Bunton

    Ken – I was in town at Capaha Park the day you took the arial view for a SEMO baseball game (Did you see me wave?) Do you know the story behind the house in the upper left hand corner of the picture? For some reason – I think people referred to it as the Boat House.

  • Pat Smith

    For those of us on Rose St. Capaha Park was just an extension of our yards. We didn’t need our own swings or swimming pools because there was always the park. I even recall some fairs being held in the area where the basketball courts are. The “carnies” camped at the edges of the area, and we were always warned to avoid them. It made for a great childhood and I will certainly miss the pool. I, too, even remember the old, blue pool. Sometimes it was slimmy on the bottom, so we did not swim in it often.

  • Joe Whitright

    I guess this was the same pool my brothers and I would walk all the way from south Benton street to the pool in the summer vacation time from school in the late 30’s and early 40’s, to swim and get our shoulders blistered from the sun. We used to go to the natatorium pool at the cement plant also as we were good friends with the lifeguard at the time, Elwood Riorden. To bad they are neither one in operation anymore. Those were the good old days!
    Joe Whitright “45”

  • Nancy Caldwell

    What memories!! Think I was the first girl lifeguard in about 1960 nor 61. Five fellows & me–I also taught swim lessons in the morning & all day in that sun sure gave me a tan (hope not skin cancer). I always tried to work last break because my boyfriend would pick me up several nights a week. One night the guys came out & gave him a questioning about his intentions–guess they treated me like a little sister–altho I was older than them by a few years. It was a glorious time. Oh to be so young again.

  • Anne Kranawetter

    It is sad to see Capaha Pool go. I started swim lessons at Capaha when I was 4 years old and took them every summer until I began assisting swim lessons at 13. At 16 I became a life guard and then at 17 I became an instructor. All in all I was at Capaha Pool every summer for 16 years. A million memories. It was a special place for so many of us.

  • Joy Dunn(class72)

    The boat house is/was on the market for salelast month or so. I viewed the interior/ exterior photos online. Beautiful inside. Was listed for $949,000.00
    I believe the photos were on http://www.houseviewonline.com

  • Doug Baltz

    Sad to see the old pool finally go, but they talked about getting rid of it for decades. I learned to swim there, got my first job as an aide in the swimming classes there, and later became a lifeguard there. It was a proud day indeed when I was made manager of Capaha Pool. Some of my best memories happened there.

    • Kim Hager Train

      Hey Doug,

      My memories include:starting off in the concession stand and working up to lifeguard, bucketball off the high dive, rotating spades games, lois unfer and her whistle, the pool groupies:Rowdy and Chuck,the swish/swoosh sisters, attempting to do a 2 and 1/2 off the high dive and landing on my face, and learning a whole new appreciation for music I never ever would have listened to!

  • Brenda Lapp

    If memory serves me correctly, the candy you talked about, Kenny, was called Turkish Taffy. My favorites were the pink or the white. That candy is probably what caused me so many dental problems!!

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