I tried to gather here some photos of times we visited amusement places, some of which one us worked at now and then. I'm not sure of the times we visited but most of them are from when we lived in Kingsbury. They are not in great shape.
Sue and Ma in Jungle Land. Sue does not look happy. Trudging around these places all day tires a body out.
Having lunch in Storytown. That's Ma and Enid and Susie and Helen.
Susan and Helen
Me in the jail cell at the wild west part of Storytown. I'm wearing those glasses I loved and that green striped man's shirt that I loved. It was huge and I loved it. Probably because it was green.
Mom feeding the tiny deer at Animal Land. I forget what they are called but they wouldn't get much bigger than this. If you went into any of these enclosures, the animals would go to you and sniff out your pockets for food. Some would grab purses and pull stuff out of your pockets. One place, maybe here, when Mom had fed them all she had and stuffed the plastic bag in her pocket they stole the empty bag back and we had an awful time getting it away from them before they could swallow it.
It is a known fact that places like this often did not feed the animals, at least in the morning so that they would be "friendlier" to the public.
When I was in the army I would hear that this man was in trouble all the time for starving his animals to letting them escape. More than once there were reports of monkeys, bears and llamas escaping and being caught while dodging traffic on the Northway. He was also in trouble for bringing wild alligators here when it was against the law.
This a baby bob cat I'm holding. There are stories on my regular site somewhere about this photo and some others here. I won't repeat them now.
It has nothing to do with this place but notice that bracelet I'm wearing? It was a treasure of mine. It was heavy and at least silver plated but it was soft enough that I could bend it to make sure it fit me tight enough that I wouldn't lose it. But somewhere in time it disappeared and I never found it again.
I had another one that Mom gave me. She said it was all that was left of Uncle Jimmy. I had left it in a box with some papers and my journals in the attic. One day Mom went up there and found some cat had torn the papers up and messed in the box. She put it all in the burning barrel so I lost another treasure of mine that way. I never learned back then to protect my treasures. Years would go by and eventually, I would learn that in the end they are all only things and not as valuable as people and personal freedom.
Me feeding a deer.
Me and Sue posing behind wooden cutouts at Animal land. It is one of those instant camera things that degrades quickly.
This was a post office in the old west part of Storytown.
Fake elephants in Jungle Land. They were mechanical and flapped their ears and moved their trunks.