I found the original photo of Baby Thelma in my Grandparents photo album. She must have come to town with the travelling circus that came every year.
My Grandparents lived about a block from the town's fairground, on a dead-end street backing onto train tracks. Back in the day, the circus train would park at the end of the street and my Dad (as a little boy) would get to sit in the window of his second floor bedroom and watch the circus folk walk elephants past the house.
He said that always on the last night, when the circus was packing up, he would get up in the middle of the night and listen to all the salty language out the window as the drunken carnies stumbled back to the train cars. I'm sure for a little boy in the 1950's, that was pretty exciting.
My Grandparents lived about a block from the town's fairground, on a dead-end street backing onto train tracks. Back in the day, the circus train would park at the end of the street and my Dad (as a little boy) would get to sit in the window of his second floor bedroom and watch the circus folk walk elephants past the house.
He said that always on the last night, when the circus was packing up, he would get up in the middle of the night and listen to all the salty language out the window as the drunken carnies stumbled back to the train cars. I'm sure for a little boy in the 1950's, that was pretty exciting.
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