This is a photo of a photo of the old East Point public pool, just down the street from my house, circa early ‘50s. Wasn’t it glorious? Look at all those white people, young and old, swimmers and sunbathers and people-watchers. And the pool is huge! I couldn’t even fit the whole thing in one shot. On a weekend like this past weekend, a string of muggy days in the mid-nineties, a pool like that would be a treasure.
But this pool, like many others in Atlanta was shut down, filled in, and otherwise destroyed during the era of desegregation. In its place there now stands the East Point Historical Society, where I found the photo, above.
I spent my Saturday morning here instead of poolside. It’s another old house that was moved to a new location and reassembled for historical purposes. It seem like putting the museum on this spot would be kind of like building a house on a sacred Indian burial ground or something. I’m one one of the hot, sweaty residents, robbed of a pool, that came back to haunt the place.