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The following is his story: Bayliss - Wstow Ave - Stan Happy new year, Bill BAYLISS Thanks Barry, now that you mention it, I seem to remember there being a fire late in '66 which started in the cafe and caused one of the observation windows to break, shutting the pool for a while.I've tried looking it up online but with no success - I'll rely on other peoples memories to correct me!In response to Steve’s thoughts on the date of the ‘new’ pool; well, I can state with certainty that I was swimming in it during the summer of ’66.During that summer my Dad closed his butcher’s shop in Higham Hill Road for ‘half-day’ every Wednesday.I remember Stan as a fearless goalkeeper who always played with his sleeves rolled up and I was very Sad when he left the Orient to join the Avenue. Len BASSETT Hi Bill, Reading your piece about the ‘new pool’ brought back many memories to me, but I think you’re mistaken with the year that it opened, as in 1965 I was swimming for the Walthamstow Swimming Club and won 2 trophies in the club championships at the ‘old’ baths in the High Street. Sorry to be such a pedant Best Wishes Steve JOHNSON Thanks Brian, Good to hear from you.My interest in Walthamstow is entirely focussed on the Lestor family.They were Charles, Esther, Joan (later Baroness) and Lily. Beloe and Spicer were very good but hard and Horner was a rat. I'm now living in Leicestershire, but whilst at School was living in St Andrews Rd. Tony SMITH Hello Daniel, I would just like to take the time to thank you for all the hard work you put in maintaining this wonderful site.
Happy (seemingly) days Steve JOHNSON I was so sorry to read the sad news about the recent passing of Richard Dunn.
There were also matters to do with the positioning of the necessary ‘turning lines’ and ‘touch pads’ at the end of each lane.(*) By the mid 60’s, the building of the Crystal Palace pool had rendered the matter moot. The fact remains that no international or national events were ever staged at the WF pool and the local/regional ones that were hosted were considered to be ‘unofficial’ for the purposes of recorded winning times.(*) Like Steve, I am old enough (60) to have swum in the ‘old’ pool in the High Street!
I earned my ‘width’ and ‘length’ ribbons there under the tutelage of the terrifying ‘Mr. The place was like an ice-box, the floors were slippery and dangerous and the communal changing-room was a large, soulless, tiled room that would have made an abattoir seem welcoming.
As a former Walthamstow resident (as were my parents), I'd corresponded with him several times, and it was a delight to "talk" to him via e-mail and to share his enormous knowledge of Walthamstow and his enthusiasm for the stories and articles that appeared on his website.
If they happen to read this, my deepest condolences to his wife and family.