"Last night, Darth Vader came down from planet Vulcan and told me that if I didn't take Lorraine out that he'd melt my brain." - George McFly, "Back to the Future"
The last three nostalgic photo entries I have made are of my Dad or from his side of the family. Not playing favorites, his photos are more unique because of the uncharacteristic use of color for the 1950’s and early 1960’s. But of course black and white photos have their place, too. Here’s a few great shots of my Mom from the Summer of ’61.
I just recently acquired a large set of my Dad’s slides from the early 1970’s, which will go a long way to fill in some of the gaps of my early ’70’s timeline. Among the slides were shots from a 1973 visit to Kings Island. A couple of the K.I. shots will be seen in future postings, but here are a few shots from inside the Enchanted Voyage, a ride from the 1970’s talked about in great detail here.
Two more great slides from my nostalgic archives. The first one in line is my Grandma Range doing what she did best…cooking up some wonderful family treats. Below is another shot of the umbrella table from the Miles Motel in Augusta (according to my Dad – see below comments) first seen in this posting. This time it’s only my Uncle Bill and Aunt Dottie lingering around. Read the rest of this entry »
Here are two more fabulous color shots from the “slides” series, one of my Dad proudly (?) displaying a baseball trophy in the Summer of ’59 and one of his Dad, my grandfather at work. Read the rest of this entry »
In Dayton, the closest major family entertainment empire is the nearby Kings Island amusement park, nestled in the outskirts of Cincinnati, Ohio. Naturally, as I have grown older, the theme park has become less and less enjoyable. I am now much more susceptible to the heat, the headaches and nausea from the fast rides, and the stench of smoke, sweat, and body odor in the long, claustrophobic lines.
I hope this description does not make you think that the park is not fun though. When I was a kid, going to Kings Island was like visiting Walt Disney World’s younger brother (in an equation where Disney World = Heaven). And during those younger years – from about 1975-1980 – the pinaccle of this paradise was The Enchanted Voyage. Read the rest of this entry »