| A photo I recently took of the Parachute Jump, the only "survivor" of Steeplechase Park |
We would set our blankets down on Brighton Beach, and from there I could hear the cries of the brave souls who braved the "Jump." Yes; the screams from Coney Island could be heard all the way in Brighton! The parachute would ascend slowly to the top, challenging the moxie of its brave riders. With a sudden release, the parachute would go into a frightening free fall, invariably triggering a chorus of panicked screams. Then abruptly, the ride would jerk to a halt about 3/4 of the way down, leaving its riders suspended in mid-air. More screams; what fun!!
| My photo of the Coney Island Pier |
Sometimes we would take a walk to the Coney Island Pier, pictured left. I was - and still am - an incurable Yankee fan, and everyone carried small transistor radios then. One time, in 1962, Mickey Mantle returned to pinch hit after being out with an injury for months. He hit a home run into the left field seats, and I went crazy - jumping up and down on that pier like a wild thing! Finally, I was asked by my friend's father to "Cool it"; apparently, I was too unhinged even for the open spaces of the Coney Island Pier.
| My photo of Nathans at night, on a recent visit. |
As a family, we didn't eat at Nathan's; in those days, many families ate at home, and it was still practically more than a decade before the first McDonald's opened in Brooklyn. But I did eat there if my summer camp went there, and of course their French Fries are famous for a very good reason. I recently ate there, and the food is still excellent!
| My photo of the outside of the Aquarium I can remember when it was first being built!! |
When I was on the Boardwalk recently, I saw people enjoying the beautiful surroundings, and at night there were bands playing and folks were dancing to some Latin music. It's still a vibrant place!