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Beach Scene "1"
Old Train Station "2"
The Carousel "3"
The Fifties "4"



The Amusement Park I Remember

Jeanie (

In the park I rode the ferris wheel
But the roller coaster made me squeal
I liked the carousel to ride
And ran from the funhouse to hide

Eating hot dogs, plain for me
Chocolate ice cream, my favorite, you see
Laughter on the fairway just strolling around
Feet hardly touching the ground

To be a kid again under the stars
Riding around on the bumping cars.
Those days are over for us old geezers
Watching the kids is more of a pleaser.


A Carousel Filled With Laughter

Sharon (

Galloping through fields of clover
Mighty steeds give a good ride
Blue skies and bright sunshine above
Dreams taking us far and wide

A carousel filled with laughter
as cowboys and cowgirls play
Climbing on the colorful horse
Giving their quarter to pay

Round and round to music they go
Smiles as big as all outdoors
Multi-hued horse full of vim
Never running on all fours

Up, down, and going round and round
Waving to parents who wait
Wishing that it would never stop
Hoping not to leave the gate

But soon the ride comes to an end
The children are helped to their feet
The family heads to a booth
Oh boy a cotton candy treat



Bob (

The Merry-Go-Round picture reminds me of the musical "Carousel", by Rodgers and Hammerstein. I had the opportunity to be a guest director of that musical one summer at another high school in our district. I had previously done several of the Rodgers and Hammerstein musicals, starting with "Oklahoma!", and moving on to "South Pacific", "The Sound of Music", and "the King and I", but "Carousel' had somehow eluded me.

The musical director of the other high school wanted to do the show, and needed someone to stage it and handle the general production details while he prepared the orchestra, since his school's drama instructor was on sabbatical leave that particular year.

As vocal music was my main interest in addition to drama, I would be allowed to train the singers and work with musical, as well as dramatic, interpretation on the part of the soloists and chorus. I knew that the school's regular drama director would be "a hard act to follow", but I did not want to miss the opportunity to do that show!

As we went into production, it became clear that I would also be in charge of the technical aspects of the show, also. I had done this with my previous shows, so I didn't feel any qualms about proceeding, UNTIL it hit me - the show is "Carousel" - - - and they needed a working carousel on stage! This was a high school auditorium which seated a thousand, with a reasonably large stage, but they had no facilities for motorizing and moving a large merry-go-round!

Most fortunately, a recent graduate of that school who had been a member of the stagecraft class there, came to my aid; first, when he volunteered to take on the duties of student technical director, and second, when he and I realized that we had approximately the same reasonable background in geometry. It became almost a pleasure to go into the design and construction of the carousel.

There were no trap doors on that stage, and of course we could not cut any holes in the floor. Pete (my student technical director) came up with the idea of a metal flange to simply screw into the floor, and a pipe which would serve to be the support for the carousel, which arrangement would allow us to build and rotate the carousel with the two leading actors standing on it for their opening scene. The horses were collected from various sources - we used the children's "rocking horse" type with springs, on a stand, and removed the springs and stands and installed them on the carousel. They were not strong enough to support anyone riding them, but they sufficed to make a very good appearance.

Our second problem was the powering of the carousel, since we had no motor in it, and no way to hook it to power. We decided that, since it had to turn only for the opening and one later scene, we would buy a long steel cable and wind it around the base of the carousel, and have our stage crew pull it (and rewind during the intermission).

As the show started, the orchestra hit the strains of the "Carousel Waltz", the curtain opened on the moving carousel and the "carnival folks" all doing their thing, and the audience burst into resounding applause. It was a thrill to feel the appreciation of the audience for the technical effort as well as later for the whole production.

Since that time, I have had a fondness for "Carousel"s of ALL kinds!


Hershey Park

By Amy (

I grew up near Hershey Park
We usd to go early and stay till dark
We went on every ride
Oh my we were full of pride
We yelled and screamed,
What a scene
On the Ferris Wheel we whirled
On the Merry-go-Round we twirled

What a thrill to go there
We never never had a care
And don't tell me different, don't you dare
Because in later years, I met my husband there.


Ramona Park

By Joy (

If I could scrape up some money from baby sitting, I would beg my mother to let me go with my friends on the bus across town to Ramona Park. There was a small trailer called Rosie's where she sold popcorn and caramel corn. This was a "must" stop on our adventure. Then on to the Nehi stand where we would get a drink for a nickel.

(Rosie's is now a very nice restaurant on Reeds Lake where Ramona Park used to be.)

We could already hear the music from the merry-go-round and hear the creaking of the wooden roller coaster. Just the sound gave me goose bumps. It seemed so exciting and dangerous and we couldn't wait to get on it and be scared to death.

After the roller coaster ride we walked around and let our stomach settle down and then on to the ice cream stand to get a double dip cone.

When the cone was gone we were on to the roller rink where we would rent skates and propel ourselves 'round and 'round until we were really sick.

Back to the bus stop where we would count our change. With bus fare, our entertainment and drinks we spent about $5 and still had a few pennies change. What a fun day!


"My Kingdom For A Horse"

By Swampetta (

Spinning round and round I find myself.
Just a bit dizzy, but not too bad.
I'm here for a good reason, as are all of you.
To catch that brass ring!

It calls out to me,,Begging, pleading.
"C'mon, stick your arm out a little bit more!"
Ooooppppssss,,,missed it by a hair again.
Next time I go around, I'll get it.

Now I lean over and hold on by fingertips.
This is the one, I feel it in my bones!
Here it comes, still calling to me.
"Almost, almost,,just a tiny bit more,,"

Oh NO! I actually felt it that time!
Its cold metal kissed my fingers.
I just need to give it a few millimeters more.
And it will be Mine! I'll have that brass ring.

Wait...Is it worth it? I almost fell that time.
And my horse is getting tired.
Is this to be my life? Reaching for a brass ring,
That I may never get. Do I really want it?

I've seen others manage to get it.
They were so excited and happy they screamed.
I'm not even sure it was a good scream.
Once they had it,,,what was left to try for?

I'll just sit back on my beautiful horse.
I'll look at the others gathered here to watch.
I'll watch them watching and laugh.
Time to just enjoy the ride.


The Merry-Go-Round"

By Doris (

In the late 1940's, in Brooklyn, there weren't many things to keep children busy, and out of harm's way. Until, that is, mom found that a short elevator train ride, and walking a few blocks would take us to a most delightfully adventurous spot. Forest Park in Queens was about 5 or 6 station stops from our home, and the cost was 10 cents a person. Children under the age of 6 rode free. Mary was 5, and I was 7 at the time, and tiny, so no one took notice. : ) Mom would bring sandwiches and a thermos of lemonade and off we'd go - Mom, Mary, Tommy, and me!

I'll never forget the first time I laid eyes on the Forest Park Merry-Go-Round! The lights, colors, music and bobbing horses filled me with awe! All I knew was that I HAD to ride on the dark red horse with the black mane and golden saddle - to this day I can see him. Mom gave Mary and me a nickel each to get on a horse, and she took Tommy and they rode in one of the benches. He was less than a year old.

As I approached the horse of my dreams - oh, no! - another little girl was being put on my horse! I just stood there and stared. There was nothing I could do. Mary got on a bright yellow horse and the attendant strapped her in. I went back and sat with my mom and brother. I would have to wait for another summer day to ride on my 'dream horse' - for that day, it wasn't to be. I had spent my nickel.

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