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Surely you have a few carousel memories.
Send a few memory lines (5-6) or send a poem.
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Oh, I have such memories when I was young,
of Flint Amusement Park at the other end of
the bus line. There was a roller coaster, Tilt-
a-Whirl, and the big Teacups that spun around.
There was the midway with it's barkers and the
games, the haunted house, and the booths that
sold popcorn and cotton candy.
But I mostly remember the Merry-go-round, with
it's wild eyed, mane flowing, hooves in the air
horses, and the other gentle, soft eyed, flowers
and ribbons in their manes nice little horsies. My
mind conjured up all sorts of stories about these
frightening, and gentle steeds and I would scream
with delight and joy at riding 'round and 'round on
their backs. Sitting in the benches was for sissies
and I scoffed at the kids who were still scared of
the horses no matter what their moms said to soothe
The speed as we went around had my hair blowing
out behind me and I urged my horse on really thinking
that it could beat the one next to me. The music was
wonderful too! It played old songs that were familiar
to me, and new ones I had never heard, but they were
all beautiful. I was in a world of my own, spinning,
laughing, not a care in the world.
Now, when I go to an amusement park, I always search
out the Carousel and ride it. And it always fills my mind
with sweet childhood memories of Flint Park, back when
I was young.
susi Taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)
The Fall Festival had come to town,
And with it came the Merry-Go-Round.
The old folks talked of gypsies and such.
The young folks didnít care that much.
Grams said the gypsies follow the carnival to steal,
But to us kids it didnít seem real.
There were lots of rides and autumn fun,
The Merry-Go-Round being the favorite one.
The girls walked down the sidewalks in groups.
Everyone was headed for the festival like military troops.
Giggles and screams could be heard far and wide.
The Tilt-A-Whirl was the wild ride.
We won cheap beads and stuffed animals to remember our fun,
But riding the painted horses even beat the cotton candy that was spun.
Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)
SITTING ATOP A WOODEN MOUNT
A CHILD LAUGHS AND SHOUTS
CAROUSEL MUSIC REALLY GROVES
AROUND AND ROUND IT ALL MOVES
GRABBING FOR THE BRASS RING
BELLS AND WHISTLES DING
OH THE FUN OF A CAROUSEL RIDE
MORE SO THAN PLAYGROUND SLIDE
CHOOSE THE BEST WHITE STEED
WITH SILVER SADDLE AND LEAD
COTTON CANDY SMEARED ON FACE
CAROUSEL GOES FASTER PACE
MOM AND DAD VIEWING FROM SIDE
AS CHILD GOES ON FAVORITE RIDE
PRETENDING TO BE DALE OR ROY
A BIG GRIN SHOWS SUCH JOY
WHEN RIDE STOPS BEGGING BEGINS
WANTING TO RIDE ALL OVER AGAIN
NOT SATISFIED WITH JUST ONE TIME
A CAROUSEL RIDE IS OH SO FINE
I thought they were real! I had not spent any time around LIVE horses but I did spend a lot of summer near the carousels at the Jersey Shore.
Those beautiful, white, bejeweled horses with the golden trappings. Just the right size for a 4 year old to sit on, with Mommy standing next to you.
As you got older, you could pick bigger horses to ride. When you were about 10 you could ride the horses that were on the outside and try to reach the brass ring.
At that age, you probably wouldn't fall off. Before that you had to ride the inside horses or sometimes you might pick a sea horse or a dragon. Most of those didn't move though so Mommy liked them better but you didn't.
If Mommy had her way, you would be riding in the little bench seats that didn't do ANYTHING! She always wanted to accompany you on the carousel. At about the age of eight, you rebelled! "MMMMMMMOOOOOOMMMMMMM! I'm not a baby! I want to ride alone and I want to ride on the ones that go up and down not the ones that just SIT there! PPPPPPLLLLLLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSEEEEEEE?"
You agreed to ride on the inside if she would let you do it alone.
One year later, you moved to the middle lane of horses. Some of them went up and down and others didn't. You compromised. Middle lane if they didn't move, inside lane if they did. If it was really crowded you could sneak one that did move and she wouldn't notice it until you were moving up and down. She couldn't very well tell you to change horses then, could she?
For the next two years you could manage to get that moving horse on the outside and lean for the brass ring. Of course you had to tighten the leather belt that would if not actually STOP you from falling off the horse when you tried for the brass ring, it might slow down your fall. By the age of eleven you always put that safety belt on at it's loosest. Just for a bit more manuvering room for the elusive brass ring.
I got the brass ring exactly ONCE in my life time. All I got for it was a coupon entititling me to a free token for the pinball machine. Had I known that,,, I would have just kept the ring!
Mommy has been gone a while now so it's up to my children to keep me off that outside horse, (The white one with a gold mane and tail.) and make sure that I can't fall off while reaching for the ring.
I wait for them to turn their sweet little heads away for an instant and when the music starts and the carousel spins, they see me------
RIDING ON THE OUTSIDE, UP AND DOWN HORSE, NO SAFETY BELT AND REACHING FOR THE DAMNED BRASS RING!!!! YYEEEE-HAAAHHH
I once rode a carousel,
Midst the calliopeís sound,
Of music, whistle and bell,
While the whole world whirled around.
Tightly held, the leather rein,
While short stirrips gripped my feet.
My horse rose and fell again,
As I fought to keep my seat.
I dared not reach for the ring
That tempted me with each pass,
With both hands I had to cling,
At age six, I lacked the brass.
All that cotton candy served
To leave my tummy upset,
And I got what I deservedÖ
Nauseous, beginning to sweat.
I wondered how long Iíd ride,
On that darn merry-go-round,
Feeling all queasy inside,
Longing to stand on firm ground.
Faster and faster it spun,
Sicker and sicker, I got.
Some people might find it fun -
Me? Most assuredly not!
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Graphics by Marilyn
I took the carousel photo last summer when I went to the Maryland State Fair.