Whatever happened to …

… wet bathing suits?

I was inspired to question this as a result of a road trip visiting beaches on the north shore of Lake Erie yesterday.

It got me thinking of wet bathing suits from years gone by. As a youngster, we lived at the swimming pool during the summer. In the morning, we’d take swimming lessons, in the afternoon it was public swimming from 2-5 and then public swimming from 7-9 in the evening. In between, we’d roll up our bathing suits and towels, clamp them to our bike carriers (we called them rat traps), and take them home. The clothesline was just outside the back door and we learned to clip them there to dry for the next swimming trip.

The irony of my problem of wearing a wet bathing suit is not lost on me!

This is what Google Gemini pictured as my transportation and carriage of the swimming towel and bathing suit carefully rolled. It’s pretty close.

I learned quickly not to call the carrier a mouse trap or rat trap as a description to Google Gemini. This is NOT what my bike looked like.

While the town pool was our most frequent destination, there were some special trips with Mom and Dad that took us to a beach – typically Bayfield or Goderich, and a few wonderful times hitting up both.

Now, that’s quite a bicycle trip and so we’d take our car. That did pose a challenge for carrying those wet bathing suits. I can still distinctly remember our solution. You’d put the bathing suit over the radio antenna through the leg holes. As we drove, the bathing suits flapped in the breeze and dried out very quickly. Certainly, it was much quicker than the clothesline at home.

(I hope that frequent readers notice than our Belair had white wheel tires)

Now, on any road trip headed east, we always make sure that we hit Leamington and fill up with gas with its lower prices. ($1.51.9)

I used the opportunity to clean the car windows – don’t worry, I’m getting to the point – and I noticed the antenna on the back of our car. If it was a beer bottle, we’d call it a “short stubby” and it is parallel to the ground. There’s no way that you could hang a bathing suit on it. What to do? What to do?

Which brings me to the point …

  • were you a frequent swimmer in your youth?
  • did you have issues with wearing a wet bathing suit?
  • did you take swimming lessons or attend public swimming? How did your bathing suit get from home to the pool or beach?
  • did you ever go to a swimming location that required driving in a car? If so, how did you transport a wet bathing suit? How did you dry it?
  • is there a more sophisticated way to carry a wet bathing suit that has eluded me?

As always, for a Sunday morning, I’d love to hear your thoughts about this.

This is a somewhat regular Sunday morning blog post around here. You can check out all the previous posts here.



5 responses to “Whatever happened to …”

  1. I will answer your question about wet bathing suits with the more appropriate question: Who can honestly say they are not aware of the consequences of wearing a wet bathing suit?
    One paid the price, in full, for that error in judgement!
    Nothing short of a large dab of Penaten® solved that burning itch!
    Point Pelee was our family’s swimming-destination of choice. A wet bathing suit and the 1-hour ride home on vinyl upholstery was a guaranteed prescription for a date with a tin of the aforementioned Penaten®.
    The preceding response was brought you by Penaten® Diaper Cream available wherever fine, baby products are sold! Oh, ask for it by name and tell them Doug* sent you.
    * This Doug, not that other one.

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  2. Alfred Thompson Avatar
    Alfred Thompson

    In my teen years, we often rode our bicycles to the ocean. About 7.5 miles each way. Often our suits were mostly dry, if a bit sandy, for the ride home. Suits were hung up when we got home because there was no real opportunity to change before the trip.
    On rare trips to swimming by car we sat on towels for the ride home. Suits were hung up when we got home.
    Much of my time living at home we had an above ground pool which made changing into dry clothing and hanging up suits easier obviously.

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  3. latchontoliteracy Avatar
    latchontoliteracy

    Hi there Doug, Your references to swimming and the sea reminded me of our summer trips, as kids, from Johannesburg to Amanzimtoti to join other campers. My father always managed to set up our tent close to the beach. Riding the waves filled us with daily joy and kept us in the Indian Ocean pretty much all day every day. Thanks for the memory prompt. Cheers, Noeline MEd

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  5. I am lucky enough to have been a lifelong swimmer. Growing up, summers were spent partly in London, and partly at French Bay (a few bays south of Sauble, on land leased by the Chippewa of the Saugeen). I also spent a year living in Florida. Suffice it to say I have many memories related to wet bathing suits. Option 1, if you are at the beach all day is simply to stay in the suit, which will dry on your body. Option 2, especially if bicycling is involved – never, ever, ride with a wet suit – was to do a “quick change” (have a friend hold your towel up around you (two friends with 2 towels was even better) and get out of your wet suit (for women, 2 pieces were MUCH easier) and into dry clothing. Then roll your suit up in your towel, and put it in your basket or backpack until you could get home and put it on the line. If you are in a car, you do what I did a few weeks ago in Kingston. Once you are out of the wet suit, wring as much moisture out as possible, and then lay it out in the sunniest part of the hatchback to dry. Thanks so much for the memories – I enjoyed them immensely.

    Also – if, for some reason, you need to put a bathing suit on that has been on the line, and isn’t quite dry yet – always, always, ALWAYS, shake the earwigs out first!

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