rogruth wrote:Visited Kennywood in the mid to late 1940s once or twice.
And I can still remember its many fragrances (esp. freshly cooked popcorn & cotton-candy), odors (oil-soaked wood of the roller-coasters; pathways along the pony-ride), sounds (screams of feigned terror as riders allowed themselves to be hurled around, up ad down, left and right, round and round); grunts in the darkness of the Tunnel of Love enclosed rowboat ride; whirling zillions of lights on the Merry-go-round, Ferris Wheel, and Rocket-ride; the cloud of chlorine that permanently hung over and wafted away from the huge Sunlit Pool; the caught-up-in-it-all press of being among the many patrons scampering from one ride to the next.
And so much more.
