It was 1955 and the Carnival had come to town. It was one block away. My brother Paul and I were beside ourselves with excitement. I was seven then. Paul was five. Jumping up and down we pleaded with our parents for permission to go and watch it all set up.
With permission granted we ran to the Fair grounds and allowed ourselves to be drawn into the awe and wonder of seeing a little “magic kingdom” set itself up right around the corner from our house. With rapt attention and totally captivated we watched it all assemble tent by tent and ride by ride. There was a Tilt-a-Whirl, a Merry-Go-Round, an Octopus, and an awesome Ferris Wheel which I could see all lit up at night from my bedroom window. From my window I could also hear the music of the Carrousel, and smell all the wonderful aromas of a circus – popcorn, roasting peanuts, hot dogs, hamburgers, and sausage with fried peppers and onions.
Once the Carnival was all up and ready and open, Paul and I had to go. I especially nagged and pestered my father relentlessly. I didn’t want to hear about how poor we were – and we were, more than I ever realized until long after childhood.
My father said “no!” and “no!” again. Paul and I implored and begged, promising good behavior and chores down cheerfully – whatever it would take to get a “yes” from our Dad.
Our tenacious resolve prevailed, and the “yes” finally came – and that on the second night of the Carnival. We would go at night, but my Dad clearly made the point that money was tight. Paul and I could each have only one ride, only one drink, and only food item.
I got Cotton Candy, and I chose to eat it on the Carrousel. My Dad stood between my horse and my brother’s, making sure we were safe and strapped in tight as the horses galloped up and down and all around in a beautiful rhythm with the music of the Merry-Go-Round.
I was in “Seventh Heaven” and I hoped and prayed that the Cotton Candy would last forever and that my one and only ride would never end. Yet life is not like that – or is it? The ride did start to slow down and I braced myself for the end of more than just a good time. It was the end of enchantment, the end of a most magical moment in time. But not really…
As the music stopped and the ride came to a halt, my Dad pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket (That was a lot of money in 1955!) and told us that our night at the Carnival was far from over – it was in fact just beginning!
In that great and wonderful moment I’ll never forget the Joy which swept over me. But more than that, I’ll never forget the smile, the happiness, and the love which shone forth from my father’s face. It was a love for me and my brother. Paul and I had everything to do with it. I just knew it and could never doubt it.
To this day the Joy and Love radiating from my father’s face remains a most powerful image and mirror of God the Father’s Love for me. In that awesome sacramental moment with my Dad I could see and feel God’s Love reaching out to me. I could see and feel a Love that there not only for me, but for all of us, for we are all His children.
To all my friends,
Please share my joy. Patti and I are married forty years as of today!!!!!! Wow, what I could say about her love, the love of someone with whom I have shared the happiest moments of my life!
Also please “spread the word” (What I hope all my books do – spread The Word!) about “Eve of All Hallows, The Power of The Christ”. This is Book Two in the Hallows Trilogy and it was published by Lulu Press as an eBook this week. Check it out at Lulu.com!!!
With permission granted we ran to the Fair grounds and allowed ourselves to be drawn into the awe and wonder of seeing a little “magic kingdom” set itself up right around the corner from our house. With rapt attention and totally captivated we watched it all assemble tent by tent and ride by ride. There was a Tilt-a-Whirl, a Merry-Go-Round, an Octopus, and an awesome Ferris Wheel which I could see all lit up at night from my bedroom window. From my window I could also hear the music of the Carrousel, and smell all the wonderful aromas of a circus – popcorn, roasting peanuts, hot dogs, hamburgers, and sausage with fried peppers and onions.
Once the Carnival was all up and ready and open, Paul and I had to go. I especially nagged and pestered my father relentlessly. I didn’t want to hear about how poor we were – and we were, more than I ever realized until long after childhood.
My father said “no!” and “no!” again. Paul and I implored and begged, promising good behavior and chores down cheerfully – whatever it would take to get a “yes” from our Dad.
Our tenacious resolve prevailed, and the “yes” finally came – and that on the second night of the Carnival. We would go at night, but my Dad clearly made the point that money was tight. Paul and I could each have only one ride, only one drink, and only food item.
I got Cotton Candy, and I chose to eat it on the Carrousel. My Dad stood between my horse and my brother’s, making sure we were safe and strapped in tight as the horses galloped up and down and all around in a beautiful rhythm with the music of the Merry-Go-Round.
I was in “Seventh Heaven” and I hoped and prayed that the Cotton Candy would last forever and that my one and only ride would never end. Yet life is not like that – or is it? The ride did start to slow down and I braced myself for the end of more than just a good time. It was the end of enchantment, the end of a most magical moment in time. But not really…
As the music stopped and the ride came to a halt, my Dad pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket (That was a lot of money in 1955!) and told us that our night at the Carnival was far from over – it was in fact just beginning!
In that great and wonderful moment I’ll never forget the Joy which swept over me. But more than that, I’ll never forget the smile, the happiness, and the love which shone forth from my father’s face. It was a love for me and my brother. Paul and I had everything to do with it. I just knew it and could never doubt it.
To this day the Joy and Love radiating from my father’s face remains a most powerful image and mirror of God the Father’s Love for me. In that awesome sacramental moment with my Dad I could see and feel God’s Love reaching out to me. I could see and feel a Love that there not only for me, but for all of us, for we are all His children.
To all my friends,
Please share my joy. Patti and I are married forty years as of today!!!!!! Wow, what I could say about her love, the love of someone with whom I have shared the happiest moments of my life!
Also please “spread the word” (What I hope all my books do – spread The Word!) about “Eve of All Hallows, The Power of The Christ”. This is Book Two in the Hallows Trilogy and it was published by Lulu Press as an eBook this week. Check it out at Lulu.com!!!
