It’s been a difficult year, so far, but tonight we’re going back to the Big Apple Circus.
I’m really looking forward to getting away from the computer, from work stuff and have a little fantasy stuff going on.
Pictures and more to come!
- The Big Apple Circus is at Charlestown’s Ninigret Park | Lifebeat | projo.com | The Providence Journal (showpeople.typepad.com)
- Theater Review – The Big Apple Circus – A One-Ring Circus Sings Many Different Tunes – NYTimes.com (showpeople.typepad.com)
- Life in the Big Apple Circus (wnyc.org)
…Memorable. It was also great, exciting, wonderful, fun, scary sometimes and brought back some very interesting memories…
I couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, I had been to a circus.
Memory number one: Years ago when we lived in Milwaukee, we went to the Ringling Brothers Circus Parade. That was the neatest thing – we could watch them set up, hang around the backlots.
Tom was so engrossed in taking pictures of the Budsweiser Clydesdales that he nearly got run over by them while he was trying to take their picture. Unfortunately, those are on actual film so maybe sometime I’ll scan those in.
Last night we got to the circus in the nick of time. I was sure we would be late but we got to our ringside seats a few minutes before the show started. We were literally in the front row. There was a raised platform running around the ring right in front of us where performers (and some animals) would stand, run, walk. It was amazing being so close to them.
The red in this picture is the actual ring in front our seats. I’m sorry I’d had the flash turned off!
I started looking around and took the picture of the “stage” to my left. This is where the larger props came from. The band was in the “mouth”. Most of the performers came down the aisles through the audience.
Memory number two: You can’t really see it in this picture but about halfway up on the right side is an “imagination chair”. It’s a sort of throne-looking chair with a helmut and wires sticking out the top. Seeing that took me right back to my childhood, to an unpleasant memory.
At some point when I was a child, someone had the bright idea that you could prevent crimes by making a mockup (although I was sure it was real at the time!) of a wooden electric chair and turning it into a mobile exhibit. This trailer travelled around Connecticut and scared me out of a life of crime!
Not the best way to start a circus for me.
The circus did start and there were great acrobats, clowns, a woman climbing a rope, Grandma, a juggler, a comedy magician act, beautiful horses, dogs, a porcupine(!) followed by a potbelly pig and a…
…capybara. Memory number three. This one is freaky.
When my son was about 6 I’d take him to Delaware to visit my parents. On a couple occasions, they’d take us to the zoo where there were some capybaras. My father and son both seemed fascinated by these large rodents. They are kinda cute.
I hadn’t thought about capybaras for about 25 years and here they are back, on the anniversary of my father’s death. How odd. I keep thinking maybe my Dad is sending me a message. But through a circus?
Whatever, the coincidence was astounding and helped knock the electric chair right out of my head.
We did have a great time at the circus and I’d go again, even though I got a bit more out of it than was expected – or planned.