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<strong>Sept</strong>ember <strong>2023</strong> THE BEACON Page 7A<br />

By Mary-Alice Helms<br />

Unlike the families of many<br />

of our friends, we did not go<br />

on long annual vacations, but<br />

we looked forward to one special<br />

day of the summer. It was<br />

our “vacation day”. During<br />

the winter months, we had fun<br />

looking up interesting places<br />

that would allow us to go and<br />

return in just one day. One<br />

day in 1943 or thereabouts,<br />

we thought about Cincinnati’s<br />

Coney Island.<br />

We had heard stories about<br />

the wonders of this fabled<br />

park.<br />

Kids who had been there<br />

talked about swimming in its<br />

huge pool and riding on the<br />

rides. They told us funny stories<br />

about the antics of roaming<br />

clowns, sideshow barkers,<br />

and balloon salesmen. We<br />

decided that Coney Island<br />

would be our next “vacation<br />

day” destination.<br />

Mother was up early on the<br />

morning of that special day,<br />

frying chicken and making<br />

potato salad for the picnic<br />

basket she was packing.<br />

Daddy told her that there<br />

were many food stands and<br />

a restaurant at Coney Island,<br />

but Mother would have none<br />

of that.<br />

“Do you know how much<br />

it would cost to feed the four<br />

of us in one of those places?”<br />

she asked. “Besides, I just<br />

don’t trust those food stands.”<br />

We didn’t argue. Mother’s<br />

picnics were feasts!<br />

We wouldn’t be swimming<br />

in the Sunlight Pool, either.<br />

The risk of contracting the<br />

horrible disease, Polio, was<br />

just too great. Daddy had<br />

assured us that there would<br />

be plenty of other things for<br />

us to see and do. And so we<br />

climbed into our 193? V8<br />

Ford with its scratchy seats<br />

and settled down for the long<br />

drive to Coney Island.<br />

What was probably little<br />

more than an hour’s drive<br />

seemed to take forever. But<br />

what I saw when we drove<br />

through the Coney Island<br />

gates took my breath away!<br />

The world seemed to have<br />

suddenly turned on ultrabright<br />

technicolor. Thousands<br />

of people were milling around<br />

the booths, each with its own<br />

colorful poster.<br />

Protecting the carousel from<br />

the summer heat was a huge<br />

round-topped tent with wide<br />

red and white stripes, topped<br />

by a flagpole waving a goldedged<br />

banner. That carousel<br />

with its tent must have been<br />

the icon for the park, as it was<br />

centered in all of its advertising<br />

that summer.<br />

Rising over everything else<br />

was the gigantic Ferris wheel.<br />

The view made my head spin<br />

Remembering Coney Island<br />

Moonlight Gardens at Coney Island.<br />

Coney Island’s grand entrance.<br />

just looking at the top seats<br />

and how high they soared<br />

above the ground. The tracks<br />

of a roller coaster hemmed in<br />

one side of the park. I could<br />

see so many other rides; the<br />

Tilt-A-Whirl, bumper cars, and<br />

a myriad of kiddie rides covered<br />

the area’s interior. On the<br />

side opposite the coaster was<br />

the legendary Sunlight Pool.<br />

It did not disappoint! The<br />

sun glinted off its clear blue<br />

surface and was even more<br />

gigantic than I had imagined.<br />

“Sunlight Pool is the largest<br />

recirculating pool in North<br />

America,” Daddy informed<br />

us. He collected bits of<br />

interesting information like<br />

a squirrel collects nuts. He<br />

continued to feed us information<br />

as he parked the car.<br />

“This whole area was once<br />

a farmer’s orchard,” he said,<br />

opening the trunk and retrieving<br />

the picnic basket. “Originally<br />

it was called Parker’s<br />

Grove, then Ohio Grove, the<br />

Coney Island of the West and<br />

finally just Coney Island.”<br />

Surprisingly quickly, we<br />

found a vacant picnic table.<br />

I guess most of the mob<br />

of visitors had opted for<br />

carnival food. As always,<br />

Mother’s picnic lunch was<br />

perfect, but my sister, Julie,<br />

and I were too excited to eat.<br />

We couldn’t wait to try out<br />

some of the rides. The plan<br />

had just one problem. I hated<br />

any ride which took one in<br />

neck-wrenching circles. Even<br />

worse were those which lifted<br />

its riders high off the ground.<br />

That pretty much shortened<br />

our list of choices.<br />

We rode the carousel and<br />

battled with the bumper cars.<br />

Although Julie was three<br />

years younger than I was, she<br />

was much braver! She went<br />

with Daddy on the Ferris<br />

Wheel while Mother and I<br />

stood by and watched them<br />

whirl by.<br />

“While we were up there,<br />

we spotted a ride that I think<br />

we would all like,” Daddy<br />

announced when the Ferris<br />

Wheel ride was over. “It’s<br />

a nice little boat ride. There<br />

are just four people in each<br />

boat. It floats along a stream,<br />

under a tunnel and a footbridge<br />

before it docks.” That<br />

sounded great, and we headed<br />

off to find “The Lost Stream,”<br />

where we settled into a boat<br />

and started on our “relaxing<br />

ride.” The ride was relaxing,<br />

for a while. The boat traveled<br />

on rails hidden under the water<br />

and slid smoothly through<br />

the water. Suddenly I felt a<br />

slight “bump,” and the rails<br />

began to carry us to the top of<br />

a tower. You guessed it... at<br />

the top of the tower, we were<br />

dropped into the pond below,<br />

just like a roller coaster drop.<br />

We were soaked from head to<br />

toe, and I had never felt such<br />

terror. I think that experience<br />

is one of the reasons why I<br />

hate to fly to this day!<br />

All in all, our Coney Island<br />

day was one of our favorite<br />

“vacation days.” There were<br />

so many more wonderful<br />

experiences that I could tell<br />

you about. We got to see the<br />

magnificent Island Queen<br />

riverboat dock and disgorge<br />

visitors to the park. We saw<br />

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An old postcard featuring the Mall at Coney Island.<br />

The Midway.<br />

The Skyride on the Midway.<br />

Moonlight Gardens, the<br />

beautiful, trellised dance hall<br />

where Julie and I got to go<br />

dancing in our dating years.<br />

We saw families, tired from<br />

years of war, and servicemen<br />

in uniform who would have<br />

to return to that war. We ate<br />

hot dogs and shaved ice and<br />

spent our allowances on cheap<br />

souvenirs.<br />

Sadly, Coney Island that<br />

we knew is gone and is now a<br />

water park. On <strong>Sept</strong>ember 21,<br />

2019, the announcement was<br />

made that all rides would be<br />

removed. We still will remember<br />

Coney Island.<br />

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