Dave: Thanks for the memories. I guess we are about the same vintage.
For me, during the ’50’s, my dad would take us to Coney island even though we lived in Jersey. That’s because the family met there, on the beach.
We changed in the car and joined the throng on the beach. We body surfed all day. I saw people with numbers on their forearms After, we would dry off and change in the car again. There were no coats and ties there.
Then it was hot dogs and fries at Nathans, knishes at Shatzkins, corn on the cob from a big vat of boiling water, and Good Humor ice cream. Up on the boardwalk we watched fireworks off shore, and on the side streets we hung around by the freak show.
We were too young to go in, but the tattooed lady came out to say hello.
Now we have tattooed ladies all over the place. —Paul Goldfinger, Editor Blogfinger.net
In the 1950s, my parents would drive us to Asbury Park for the day from Yardley, PA. I would have to wear a coat and tie to walk on the boardwalk.
After walking from one end and back, we would have dinner in the spiffy Howard Johnson’s.
The Casino was used to display a car that was raffled off on Labor Day by the VFW. We were not allowed to use the phone that evening as my father was expecting a call which never came.
Dave: Thanks for the memories. I guess we are about the same vintage.
For me, during the ’50’s, my dad would take us to Coney island even though we lived in Jersey. That’s because the family met there, on the beach.
We changed in the car and joined the throng on the beach. We body surfed all day. I saw people with numbers on their forearms After, we would dry off and change in the car again. There were no coats and ties there.
Then it was hot dogs and fries at Nathans, knishes at Shatzkins, corn on the cob from a big vat of boiling water, and Good Humor ice cream. Up on the boardwalk we watched fireworks off shore, and on the side streets we hung around by the freak show.
We were too young to go in, but the tattooed lady came out to say hello.
Now we have tattooed ladies all over the place. —Paul Goldfinger, Editor Blogfinger.net
In the 1950s, my parents would drive us to Asbury Park for the day from Yardley, PA. I would have to wear a coat and tie to walk on the boardwalk.
After walking from one end and back, we would have dinner in the spiffy Howard Johnson’s.
The Casino was used to display a car that was raffled off on Labor Day by the VFW. We were not allowed to use the phone that evening as my father was expecting a call which never came.