Clouds through a window. Portland, Maine
Clouds through a window. Portland, Maine
In Hamburg, New Jersey there is a gingerbread castle.The Gingerbread Castle sits silently at the end of a driveway surrounded not by a moat but by barbed wire fencing and ‘do not trespass’ signs.Once upon a time, back in the late 1920’s, the Gingerbread Castle was the centerpiece of an amusement park built next to the Wheatsworth Mill. The Gingerbread Castle was in continuous operation until 1978… it reopened briefly in the ’80’s and then closed for good in 1989.Fairy tale characters used to abound here… now, sitting alone on his wall only Humpty Dumpty remains.
The Gingerbread Castle is slowly fading away…eventually only memories will remain.Sadly there is no happy ending … just, the end.
Aug 10 – beach umbrellas
Aug 11 – gulls
Aug 12 – start with “L” – Liberty State Park, NJ
The Tivoli building… Oak Bluffs, Martha’s Vineyard (circa 1920)
The two story, full block Tivoli Dance Hall stood from 1901 until 1964. The bottom floor housed shops and an ice cream parlor. My godmother worked in the ice cream parlor and I always enjoyed visiting her there… one time in particular jumps to mind.
I was 3 years old and had newly mastered winking and was anxious to put it to use. Sitting at a table behind my mother and facing me was a sailor. Being that I was wearing a sailor dress I figured we had something in common and so I began winking at him… it did not take long for my mother to notice. She turned around and as she did the young sailor headed for our table. He smiled and said he was alone on the Vineyard for the day and wanted to tell my mother how charming he thought I was (blushing here). Not only did my mother invite him to join us at the table but she invited him home for dinner (this was mid 1940’s). I was amazed at how powerful this winking thing was. I’ve never forgotten him… I do however keep the winking thing to a minimum.
The entire second floor of the Tivoli Dance Hall was just that, the dance hall. It was huge, at least in the eyes of a 4 year old being dragged there against her will for a dance lesson. I did like all the windows and how far you could see out of them, I liked the clicking sound my shoes made on the floor, I loved the brand new sundress I had on …
…but, I did NOT like the group dancing part. I remember reluctantly getting in line with the other
victims children, but my feet did not move, they planted themselves firmly in one spot and stayed there. Everyone danced around me but I did not care to join in, not only didn’t I dance I wouldn’t talk to anyone either.
My mother was not happy with me… we did not stop for promised ice cream at the Frosty Cottage on Circuit Ave for ice cream and we didn’t come home with a sailor for dinner either.
After arriving on the Vineyard each summer of my childhood one of the first orders of business was going to the Flying Horses the oldest carousel in the United States, they came to the Island in 1884 from Coney Island.
The Flying Horses are not a carousel, or a merry-go-round, they don’t go up and down just round and round. They are flying horses, like Pegasus, and fly to wherever you can imagine . They don’t actually have wings, but as you make the first circuit you feel like you’re about to fly out the open windows.
I flew on these beautiful horses every day when I was a little girl. The ticket taker was a young man who would never take my tickets ! We tried everything to get him to take them… we brought him candy and cookies and tried slipping the tickets in with them… nothing work. At the end of the summer I said I wanted to buy him a gift, so off my mom and I went to purchase what I thought was a novel idea .. a tie. I was 5 years old, what did I know about buying gifts for men… he, by the way was about 13 but in my eyes he was a grown up. We put the tie in the box with all of summer’s uncollected tickets. As he came around to NOT collect my ticket I handed him the box. He smiled. Ah ha, success… or so I thought. As we were leaving the Flying Horses he came over and thanked us for the tie and as we turned to leave he handed us the tickets. I won’t say who he is, just that he turned out to be an official in Oak Bluffs in later years… and someone I’ve never forgotten.
The picture below was taken during the autumn when the Flying Horses had closed for the season but it didn’t mean I didn’t get a picture of them though. I positioned my camera close to the window and clicked…I got the horses… I also got the reflection of the camera and the reflection of the building across the street. I think it’s pretty neat.
The last time I flew on the Flying Horses my granddaughter Tiffany was with me. I thought it might be my last time ever to ride them (I think that every time anyway)… and as my horse came around to the arm shooting the rings out I could see that the next one, the one waiting for me was the GOLD ring. What a fantastic way to possibly end my Flying Horses ride.
But I missed it … my fingers slipped and I couldn’t grab it. But… right behind me was my granddaughter and she got it 🙂 She offered me the free ride but it meant more to me that she should have it. Perfect ending, if indeed it was.
Rings of gold are good luck I’m told…
as for riding Flying Horses you’re never too old 🙂
I’ve decided to do my ‘photo a day’ weekly instead of daily. Here’s the challenge for the week of June 1-7.
1- Welcome June 2- Yellow 3- Start with ‘ I ‘ 4 – Raindrops 5- Dreamy 6 – Six 7 – Blue
The prompt: Welcome to the final installment of the Weekly Photo Challenge. We welcome you to share your favorites with us. Happy photographic trails!
What I would post, what photo or photos would make it. Pictures of the Vineyard which accounts for more than 75% of my photos, flowers, landscapes, black & white photos, what would my last installment be ? And then I knew, it had to be the one below. It’s not a great photo, it’s not artistic or beautiful, but it says ‘final installment’ perfectly. This famous nightclub/coffee house/folk music venue in New York City known as…
I’ll miss you Weekly Photo Challenge, it was always a challenge and always fun.