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So, we did this thing. Which doesn't seem like the kind of thing we would do. We joined a "Swim and Tennis Club."
It's about a block and a half away from Alex's nursery school - a ten-minute walk from our house. The three and four year olds at school make use of the playground in any kind of half-decent weather, and in the summer they play in the pool twice a week and have swimming lessons. When she's four, she'll get tennis lessons too. Because the nursery school students make such extensive use of the club grounds, families of three- and four-year-old full-day students are required to join the club. The school covers our membership bond, and we pay annual dues. Which are expensive.
The mother of one of Alex's friends, who is a lawyer married to an architect, waxed enthusiastic about how the club is like a big family, and how pleasant it is on summer evenings when everyone brings their dinner to the pool and the adults socialize while the children play. This made me nervous. It made it sound more like joining a country club than paying a nursery school playground supplement. I don't really think of myself as the sort of person who would get along, or be accepted, in a country club setting.
The e-mails I got from the club in the lead-up to pool season - for example, suggesting that I sign up for a "tennis ladder," the rungs of which I could move up or down by challenging other members - didn't help. I developed a serious case of social anxiety about the damn Swim and Tennis Club.
"I think you're overthinking this," Michael said tactfully. It didn't help. But fortunately he turned out to be right.
We went for the first time on Monday. Once you're actually inside the intimidatingly high brick wall, it seems more like a normal kind of place that you might want to go. There's a decent-sized swimming pool, an extremely faded and downmarket cement-block building housing changing rooms, bathrooms, and showers, a bunch of lounge chairs, an outdoor poolside eating area, and a separately-fenced toddler pool. There are tennis courts, which I ignored. Then there's an open stretch of grass with a picnic area (complete with grills) at one end, a climbing structure for kids, and a sandbox. They have a swim team for kids 5 and up and offer swimming and tennis lessons. There's an ice machine, refrigerator, and microwave, instead of a bar or restaurant.
In a suburb, this would be a public park facility. There's nothing overtly country-clubby about it except, well, um, the membership dues, the membership bond, the tennis ladder, the annual crab feast, the fact that you can bring alcohol to your picnics, and the numerically restricted membership. We saw several of Alex's classmates' families and one family from our church.
I felt a bit better once I checked off two of the things on my secret checklist: African-Americans (some, but not a majority), and women as fat or fatter than me wearing bathing suits. I still feel kind of weird about being members there, though.
The main pool. The roped-off area has a two-foot depth. On the opposite corner is a diving pool.

The toddler pool. I appreciate the separate fence. There are loungers for parents and adorable tiny little child-sized deck chairs. As you can sort of tell from this picture, the toddler-poolside area is nicely shady.

The poolside dining area. The fridge and ice machine are to the side here - they're outdoors in a little covered alcove.

Playground area.

Picnic area by the playground structures. There are five or six single-family-sized charcoal grills. I saw some bigger covered things by the pool that look like large-group gas grills - they're probably for club parties. OMG. I belong to a "club" that has "parties."

It's about a block and a half away from Alex's nursery school - a ten-minute walk from our house. The three and four year olds at school make use of the playground in any kind of half-decent weather, and in the summer they play in the pool twice a week and have swimming lessons. When she's four, she'll get tennis lessons too. Because the nursery school students make such extensive use of the club grounds, families of three- and four-year-old full-day students are required to join the club. The school covers our membership bond, and we pay annual dues. Which are expensive.
The mother of one of Alex's friends, who is a lawyer married to an architect, waxed enthusiastic about how the club is like a big family, and how pleasant it is on summer evenings when everyone brings their dinner to the pool and the adults socialize while the children play. This made me nervous. It made it sound more like joining a country club than paying a nursery school playground supplement. I don't really think of myself as the sort of person who would get along, or be accepted, in a country club setting.
The e-mails I got from the club in the lead-up to pool season - for example, suggesting that I sign up for a "tennis ladder," the rungs of which I could move up or down by challenging other members - didn't help. I developed a serious case of social anxiety about the damn Swim and Tennis Club.
"I think you're overthinking this," Michael said tactfully. It didn't help. But fortunately he turned out to be right.
We went for the first time on Monday. Once you're actually inside the intimidatingly high brick wall, it seems more like a normal kind of place that you might want to go. There's a decent-sized swimming pool, an extremely faded and downmarket cement-block building housing changing rooms, bathrooms, and showers, a bunch of lounge chairs, an outdoor poolside eating area, and a separately-fenced toddler pool. There are tennis courts, which I ignored. Then there's an open stretch of grass with a picnic area (complete with grills) at one end, a climbing structure for kids, and a sandbox. They have a swim team for kids 5 and up and offer swimming and tennis lessons. There's an ice machine, refrigerator, and microwave, instead of a bar or restaurant.
In a suburb, this would be a public park facility. There's nothing overtly country-clubby about it except, well, um, the membership dues, the membership bond, the tennis ladder, the annual crab feast, the fact that you can bring alcohol to your picnics, and the numerically restricted membership. We saw several of Alex's classmates' families and one family from our church.
I felt a bit better once I checked off two of the things on my secret checklist: African-Americans (some, but not a majority), and women as fat or fatter than me wearing bathing suits. I still feel kind of weird about being members there, though.
The main pool. The roped-off area has a two-foot depth. On the opposite corner is a diving pool.

The toddler pool. I appreciate the separate fence. There are loungers for parents and adorable tiny little child-sized deck chairs. As you can sort of tell from this picture, the toddler-poolside area is nicely shady.

The poolside dining area. The fridge and ice machine are to the side here - they're outdoors in a little covered alcove.

Playground area.

Picnic area by the playground structures. There are five or six single-family-sized charcoal grills. I saw some bigger covered things by the pool that look like large-group gas grills - they're probably for club parties. OMG. I belong to a "club" that has "parties."

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Date: 2008-05-29 01:02 am (UTC)I'm glad this place turned out less intimidating than you'd feared.
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Date: 2008-05-29 11:03 am (UTC)In retrospect, of course, what a hilarious thing to be pretentious about. It's not like the Elmira NY country club was a bastion of high society. It was a small town golf club.
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Date: 2008-05-29 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-29 01:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-29 01:23 am (UTC)What? Were you thinking something different? ;)
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Date: 2008-05-29 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-29 01:27 am (UTC)And ... pssst ... for some years now we've belonged to the Waegwoltic Club, a swimming/tennis/sailing club very similar to what you're describing. I had many of the same reservations, but my poltical uneasiness was somewhat allayed when I realized that Alexa McDonough, former leader of both the provincial and Federal NDP, and currently our federal Member of Parliament, was a lifelong member, and one of her sons had his wedding reception at the club.
It's been a great place for the kids, a safe and controlled environment; for the past few years they've been able to go hang out there during the days when we've been at work. Kate's concentrated on swimming -- she's doing her Bronze Medallion this summer. Colin learned to sail a dinghy and do basic racing (though he eventually decided the *idea* of sailing was more appealing than the reality. Oh well. An awful lot of people sail in Halifax, it's by no means restricted to the rich, and it's a useful skill to have.) They've both messed around on the tennis courts, gone to the dances, hung out with friends.
The facility's in a *gorgeous* location on the side of the North West Arm, and the pools are saltwater. The clubhouse is a heritage building. And there are lots of middle-aged women who are no longer thin.
There's usually a rink in the winter, there's a decent and not horribly expensive dining room, a canteen and an ice cream window, and it's less than a thousand a year for the four of us.
I have decided I really like being a member. For every South End ladidah matron there are 10 women much like me :-D/
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Date: 2008-05-29 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-29 01:57 am (UTC)Oh, and it's totally cliquey. And hideously expensive.
So if you've got all the good stuff without the worst? Sounds great!
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Date: 2008-05-29 03:03 am (UTC)For public pools in the city I rather liked Riverside when practicing there for Fluid Movement. I like to get out of town when I can so I head up to Hereford and swim in the Gunpowder.
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Date: 2008-05-29 10:59 am (UTC)Yeah, it's right across the street from the National Guard Armory on Howard Street - on the southernmost tip of Bolton Hill. In the top picture you can juuuust see the tip of that old train station that's part of MICA now.
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Date: 2008-05-29 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-29 03:32 am (UTC)It was a really good experience for me - swim team, sailing in turnabouts (which I was never serious about, but enjoyed, and my parents enjoyed to), and there was a lot of benefit for my parents in my teen years with knowing that if I was there, there was general teen-appropriate supervision, but I didn't have to be around them all the time. In the younger ages, the swimming lessons and swim team and such were great.
And as someone who doesn't like crowds of new people all the time, it was also a pretty stable community: gradual changes over the years, but not like going to a beach where I don't know anyone but the people I came with.
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Date: 2008-05-29 09:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-29 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-29 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-29 10:04 pm (UTC)My number one criteria for any social club - no social review for acceptance. Period. Anyone with the cash can join. Some places require living within a certain distance of the pool, which I don't take issue with. We don't even have that rule, though I am not sure why someone living far away would be a member -but it has happened.
See, I see these pools as a great community-run/neighborhood community building organization. Yours, as well as ours, is volunteer run by members - this means that no outside commercial interest is running the place.
In int'l development, a big mechanism for local grassroots development is capacity building of communities to run their own social/community institutions. This pool is exactly that sort of institution.
Sure, it can be cliquey, but frankly, from being on the "inside" in ours, I have found that it is more a case of "oh, we know Fred, he'll get the job done and not flake, not like Frank did that one time".
Oh, and our pool, being one of the largest community organizations in the area (500 memberships), gets a lot of attention from our local politicians, which I find interesting. Being involved in the pool, I feel pretty involved in land usage issues, insurance and legal requirements, and available children's activities (since the scouts are out, swimteam is pretty cool for my kids to be involved in).
And it is a great way to meet and know the neighbors - which of course is how communities get made.
My 2 cents.