Memories of Palisades Amusement Park: An Editor in Search of a Crown
A fire may have destroyed an iconic amusement park and the hopes of this editor every being crowned 'Little Miss America'--but the dream lives on.
Seems April skies are in her eyes, A living doll that talks smiling as she walks. May she stay somehow sweet as she is now. Little Miss America take a bow. -Gladys Shelley I have such fond memories of Palisades Amusement Park—Casper’s Ghostland, the Caterpillar ride, the Fun House, the Archie Hot Rod ride, the French fries with vinegar, the games-of-chance, Cousin Brucie...but there are two moments that stand out most. The first is Bozo the Clown, my hero, bending down as I sat in my stroller, his soft white-gloved hand tickling my chin. I think I nearly lost consciousness when he told me with his trademark zany laugh that he loved my red hair. Come on--name one man today who surrounds himself with children, has a red nose and big feet …
Darlene
10:40 am on Monday, February 18, 2013
Ay yi yi. Even comments on the most innocent of posts have to devolve into this. Whatever. Having grown up in the San Francisco Bay area, I have no memories of the park itself, but I feel like I experienced it a tiny bit by way of the Freddy "Boom Boom" Cannon tune, "Palisades Park". Love that song!!! more ›