Tag: Skeletons dancing

Friday Photo Flashback

It’s been a pretty cold and miserable winter here in the mitten. When I went looking for a Flashback photo, I found one that brings back memories of a warm Ohio day.

My folks took us down to King’s Island one summer. If I had to guess I would imagine this was 1975 or 1976. I look about 5 or 6 here.

This is one of those trips that I can only recall bits and pieces of. Most of the memories of the trip come from photos. I do not recall posing for this picture. I don’t really remember anything about it. I cannot remember seeing the flower Fred Flintstone and I’m not sure which parent decided this was a good photo opportunity. I also don’t remember owning a Great Gazoo tank top, but obviously I did.

This is one of the reasons we haven’t taken the kids to somewhere like Disney. We want them to be old enough to remember the trip. They shouldn’t have to look at pictures as their only memory of their time there.

I remember that we rode on a water ride that took us through a tunnel. There were various characters all around as we floated through. I remember there were two skeletons dancing together and thinking it was hilarious. I asked one of my parents to take a picture of it. That photo is lost, along with other photos from that trip, sadly.

That was the one and only time we went to King’s Island. Honestly, I don’t know if it is even still open. If it is, I would imagine the things that were in place 50 years ago are long gone. I even did a Google search to see if I could find a picture of the skeletons, but nothing came up. I wish I could find that picture.

Oh, and another reason I like this picture – I have a lot of hair!

One Photograph – Your Memories

I have a blog that I want to write, but can’t really bring myself to do it emotionally. I’m still trying to sort through the feelings and the best way to write about it. So, today, I have opted to go to the Daily Writing Prompts to find my blog topic.

Today’s Prompt:

“One Photograph – Glance through some old pictures. Write about the one that brings back fond memories.”

As a Nostalgic Italian, almost every picture causes me to reflect on it and remember the moment. The one that jumped out at me today was from when I was about 6 years old.

My Brother and I in front of Grandpa’s truck.

The photo above was taken in Ohio. It was taken on our trip to King’s Island. My folks, my brother and me all packed up my grandpa’s camper and went down for a family trip to King’s Island and Sea World.

The first thing that stands out in the picture is the shirts that my brother and I are wearing. It must have been Summer of 1976. Americans were celebrating the country’s 200th birthday that year. I am guessing that elementary schools throughout the country all ordered the same shirts only with their school’s name on them. I say this because while we were on this trip, there was a family that were wearing the same shirts sitting and eating at a table. I remember getting up and walking around in front of them until the mom said, “Hey! Nice shirt!”

I don’t recall how many days we were there, but at least one day was rainy. Other photo’s from the trip show my brother and me in jackets and the King’s Island “bucket” hats.

While we walked around, they had many of the cartoon characters walking around the park. The gang from the Banana Splits were out and we got a picture with one of them. I believe my brother hates this picture, but I thought it was funny.

I remember riding a lot of the kiddie rides there. One ride had you sitting in a boat and we went through this tunnel with all kinds of characters in it. The photo is long gone, but I remember asking my dad to take a picture of these two skeletons dancing. One had on a top hat. It was one of my favorite pictures, but it was lost in a move probably.

Going back to the weather, I remember this trip scaring the heck out of me. After we went back to the camper, it began to rain hard and then a strong thunderstorm came through. Along with it, came tornado warnings. The four of us were all inside my grandpa’s camper and I was scared to death. I was terrified of tornadoes (thanks to my grandma) and I thought one was going to come through and pick us up in the camper! It was crazy. That wind was tossing us back and forth and it was the worst storm I had ever lived through.

It’s funny how one picture can bring back so many memories. This was the only time I’ve ever been to King’s Island. A buddy was just there last weekend and posted pictures on his Facebook page. As I looked at the other photos from MY trip, I have to believe that Fred Flintstone is no longer there and the Banana Splits have probably been replaced with Sponge Bob or some newer character.

It may just be time for me to take the family there for a trip! Now, if I can only get someone to make me that shirt in a bigger size….