tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post5145589382811926488..comments2024-03-28T15:05:10.372-05:00Comments on Every goddamn day: 03/29/24: Carousel captures life's fleeting momentsNeil Steinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-14718397236385324502018-08-03T09:15:10.963-05:002018-08-03T09:15:10.963-05:00Took the last ride on the merry-go-round at Kiddyl...Took the last ride on the merry-go-round at Kiddyland almost ten years ago. It was their closing day and they shut down ride after ride throughout the day leaving the carousel for last. Not a dry eye on that ride that evening.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09542152684859833800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-15666485508562332712018-08-02T11:13:32.027-05:002018-08-02T11:13:32.027-05:00The race to get a horse that goes up and down. Wor...The race to get a horse that goes up and down. Worth all the adorable, but stationary, chickens. Kennywood, when it was still a small, affordable park. Live, big pipes organ music. Trees everywhere. The groady "Tunnel of Love". The Rabbit. The Catapiller. The Swings and Teacups, Noahs Ark which really was a fun house....but first, the Carousel and the race for the horses that went up and down.Diane Thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06509402029731074394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-706549581888483952018-08-02T10:53:22.165-05:002018-08-02T10:53:22.165-05:00August already? Arrrgggh! The angle of the light h...August already? Arrrgggh! The angle of the light has changed and "it gets later earlier now". Where have June and July gone? Once again, this is the second-fastest summer EVER! (The fastest is always--naturally--NEXT summer...) August 1 is one of my least favorite days of the year, along with September 1. One signifies that summer is waning, and the other means that the season is over. The worst day, of course, is December 31, but discussing that can wait...it'll be here again soon enough.<br /><br />Actually, though, what lies just ahead--weatherwise--are probably the best three months (August, September, and October) that this part of the world (the Midwestern U.S.) has to offer. That is certainly true in Ohio. Even though this is a delightful time of the year...there's a sadness in the sweetness, as the days grow shorter...<br /><br />Your everlasting summer <br />You can see it fading fast <br />So you grab a piece of something <br />That you think is gonna last <br /><br />--Steely Dan (Reelin' in the Years, 1972)<br /><br />Life itself is a carousel. You eagerly climb aboard as a youngster, clutching your ticket to ride. The music begins. Around and around you spin...on the carousel of time, faster and faster as you get older and older. Time doesn't really "march on"...first it crawls, then it walks, and finally it runs. The summer whizzes by -- the fall, even the winter, and then the spring. Summer again, the fall, the winter, the spring...and the music plays on.<br /><br />Eventually, inevitably, the Great Ticket Taker reaches out and yanks you off the endlessly-revolving merry-go-round. It's been an all-too-short ride. Your spinning ends. And the music stops.<br />Grizz 65https://www.blogger.com/profile/02892702223228764894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-88863791081912027072015-07-12T17:55:45.598-05:002015-07-12T17:55:45.598-05:00Well if one has kids, then they have an excuse to ...Well if one has kids, then they have an excuse to go back on the ride later.<br /><br />Ah, Hardy is mentioned, I prefer Nancy Drew, same author, different pen name.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-70536967136514337302013-08-02T15:03:03.217-05:002013-08-02T15:03:03.217-05:00"I have not decided if being aware of the fle..."I have not decided if being aware of the fleeting nature of events as they are unfolding is a good or a bad thing." Me either, but I tend to think such awareness adds too much pressure to be SURE to enjoy things that you know won't last.<br /><br />"I remember being a young adult, riding for the last time, feeling large and conspicuous." I think it's interesting that you remember that. I don't remember all that much from when I was younger. I sometimes wonder, though, what it would be like to be able to witness the "last" time I did things that I didn't know at the time would be the last time. Things that were commonplace experiences for quite a while, but then one just stopped doing, whether due to age or other factors. The last time you climbed a tree. The last time you played basketball at your neighbor's house. The last time you played with your army men, or read a Hardy Boys book, or whatever. Silly stuff like that, which you didn't specifically decide to stop doing on any given day. One day, you're doing these things often, the next -- you'll never do them again. (These are all kid examples, but there are plenty of adult examples, as well.) As I said, though, I don't think I really would have wanted to realize that it was the last time, as it would have made it too bittersweet. Maybe. Jakashnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-27504318155476395482013-08-02T11:42:39.594-05:002013-08-02T11:42:39.594-05:00It's not what we do with our family, it's ...It's not what we do with our family, it's that we ARE with our family. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-46964573085658401642013-08-02T11:31:42.438-05:002013-08-02T11:31:42.438-05:00I can remember trying to race ahead of my brother ...I can remember trying to race ahead of my brother so I could sit on the "best" horse on the Merry-Go-Round. Great memories that always remain.SandyKnoreply@blogger.com