Apparently a friend of hers will be writing some sort of an article on Galaxyland, an indoor amusement park in Canada (formerly named Fantasyland until Disney requested they change it) and my friend, who referred to me as The Guru (regarding amusement parks) asked if I had any info. The following is my response:
Sim sala bim! The Guru says, "I have not attended amusement parks in Canada and I won't be for my book, but your friend may wish to take a look at the histories of other indoor amusement parks to fill out her article. I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Old Chicago (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Chicago ) which lived in Bolingbrook, IL during the 70s. I recall it being loud and strange and I vividly remember my Mom saying, 'I hate it. It's like going to an amusement park in a factory!'
If your friend needs more info on indoor parks, there's this article: http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/287703/indoor_amusement_parks_.html?singlepage=true&cat=16 It mentions Galaxyland. The Guru is not surprised Disney raised a ruckus over the name, by the way. She hopes these articles give your friend a broader perspective on indoor parks."
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Showing posts with label Old Chicago. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
As weak as a newborn baby lamb...
I highly recommend, even if people tell you otherwise, to not get stomach flu or food poisoning. It makes for a messy, slow-moving, uncomfortable, achy day, not to mention you can't/shouldn't/won't eat anything more savory than a saltine.
But this got me to thinking, as many of my thoughts these days swing back to amusement park-related memories: have you ever gotten really, stinking, blindingly sick on a ride? This delightful occurrence happened to me back in 1978 at the Old Chicago indoor amusement park (which my Mom hated: "It's like a factory, not an amusement park! Clang, clang, clang. Bah.). I invited my girlfriends Nancy and Linda along with Gregg, who I was quite sweet on, over to this monolithic palace, the day showed such promise. Until, only about a third of the way through, I met up with the English Rotor and it basically planted me in the ground for the rest of the day. I vaguely remember Gregg, who I was quite sweet on, finding it funny at first, but then realizing my pallor was for real -- and refrained from the caustic humor for the rest of the day, speaking in quiet tones, which really wasn't his style. I also recall getting a lollipop to suck on, to alleviate the queasiness.
But this got me to thinking, as many of my thoughts these days swing back to amusement park-related memories: have you ever gotten really, stinking, blindingly sick on a ride? This delightful occurrence happened to me back in 1978 at the Old Chicago indoor amusement park (which my Mom hated: "It's like a factory, not an amusement park! Clang, clang, clang. Bah.). I invited my girlfriends Nancy and Linda along with Gregg, who I was quite sweet on, over to this monolithic palace, the day showed such promise. Until, only about a third of the way through, I met up with the English Rotor and it basically planted me in the ground for the rest of the day. I vaguely remember Gregg, who I was quite sweet on, finding it funny at first, but then realizing my pallor was for real -- and refrained from the caustic humor for the rest of the day, speaking in quiet tones, which really wasn't his style. I also recall getting a lollipop to suck on, to alleviate the queasiness.
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