
Now I have no idea where this picture was taken, or why I was in the grass. No matter, I was obviously at an amusement park of some sort at an early age. (The back of the picture says "Tolchester Beach") I do know that many a summer evening through high school was spent riding amusement park rides. Is it any wonder that I am drawn to amusement parks and rides, especially the older ones.
Who doesn’t love the amusement park? It may be a small roadside park with a few rides, a kiddie park or maybe even one those gigantic ones. Or something in between, maybe a State Fair Carnival. This gallery will feature a bit of both, although lean toward the smaller ones. Somewhere in the posts even a small playground merry-go-round might pop up.

“A lot of times, when they're flying one of the airplanes or riding a horse, they're not just riding a horse or flying an airplane, they're chasing cattle or after the Red Baron or something like that,” -Jospeh Herring (Amusement Park Owner)
For almost 50 years, Kiddie Acres was home to laughing kids. Laughing, squealing as they rode the rides. A child-size Ferris wheel, merry-go-round, horse rides, tiny boats and cars, and a 1953 miniature train (colored and named for the real Texas Eagle, which once called on Austin, kept families returning year after. Parents who had ridden the rides as kids, bringing their own kids, or grandparents who visited Kiddie Acres with their children, now bringing their grandchildren. That’s what an amusement park is all about, making memories!br />
However, my story of Kiddie Acres is a bittersweet one. Early one morning, long before the park opened, I noticed that the gate was open. I grabbed my camera and wandered over to where a man was standing and asked permission to take pictures. It turned out that the man was Joseph Herring, who with his wife owned the park. He graciously gave me permission to wander about. After a while he came over and asked if I would be willing to send him copies of my photos. He went on to tell me that after years of 14 hours days and long weekends, he and his wife, Marina, were ready to retire. Wanted to travel and fish and follow the trail of Lewis Clark. In fact, this week was the last week operation. The rides were going to be sold off and the park closed for good, but perhaps not is someone was willing to buy it all and continue the tradition. Sadly, that was not to happen.















It is always a delight to come across a carousel, especially when it is unexpected. Who doesn’t see a carousel without it reminding them of when they were a child?
We were just wandering about Port Dalhousie when we heard unmistakable carousel music. Drawn to it, we discovered the historic Lakeside Park Carouse. Only 5-cents a ride (still is). Naturally we had to ride it.


