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I
Remember...........
by
John Robinson
I
remember every fall when the circus
came to town. Posters would start
to appear on all the vacant
buildings. As the day got closer
what excitement would build inside.
As the train came into the station I
would run down to main street and
stand there on the sidewalk waiting
for the first site of the grand
parade. With wide eyes I watched
with wonderment the elephants, the
clowns, the fire eater pass wanting
so badly to join in the parade and
be part of that grand show as it
passed.
The animals, the wagons and all of
the performers, even sideshow folks,
would be parading down main street
trying to get a crowd for that's
nights performance.

I
remember the high wire act, where
the performers walked across
Washington Boulevard between some of
the highest buildings in downtown
Ogden, UT.
I
remember the bally and the free show
that caught your interest.
I remember the sounds of the talker,
"you will see, you will be amazed,
you won't believe,
step right this way to see the
strangest sites your eyes will ever
see, right on the inside."
How excited I was when the tip was
turned and I found myself on the
inside.
I never remember the cost of my
ticket. But I will never forget
what I saw there on the inside!
All of that is just memory now. But
it is a wonderful sweet memory, the
10-in-1's, the girls on
the bally platform, the free acts
that made it almost impossible for
me to wait for the talker to turn
the tip so I could get on inside.
The freaks on their stages they
would wink and smile at me as I
stood there listening to their
stories of humanity. The fire
eater, the sword swallower, the
vent, the magic, it's all still
alive on the inside. Just as if I
were still standing there, shocked
at times, but mostly amazed.
Today when Ringling Brothers comes
to town they have a short parade to
get the animals to the arena. You
enter the arena and see a wonderful
show. But it's not like being
inside on a hard wooden bench under
the Big Top. There's nothing quite
like arriving on the lot an hour
early, walking down the midway,
hearing the talker, seeing the great
banner line, paying the cost of
admission and entering the sideshow.
At the end there was always the most
amazing show right behind a
curtain. I would always pay
to see what was in the Blowoff
another 50 cents well spent. After
leaving the sideshow, I'd go right
up to the ticket box and buy a
ticket for the circus. As I stepped
into the Big Top looking around to
find the best seat in the house
right on the first row. As I waited
for the Ring Master to announce
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and
Girls welcome to the Greatest Show
on Earth."
Sitting there in the Big Top as the
elephants would run around the rings
I would wonder if they were going to
step on my feet as they were so big
and I was just a child. Watching as
they passed, feeling the excitement
and the fear. Knowing as you leave
the Big Top that you had just
witnessed the Greatest Show on Earth
even if it was the smallest show on
earth.
I live in a small town now, when the
Circus comes to town they still let
you come to the lot and watch the
men and the elephants raise the Big
Top. What excitement, the dust that
fills your lungs, the sweat on the
roustabouts, the smells of the
elephants, the sites and sound of
the top being raised. WOW!
One of the other yearly experiences
I look forward to is attending the
fair, as I walk past the joints, I
am told that I still have a chance
to win, even though I know that
it's a very slim chance at best.
There are only Single O's, the
Worlds Biggest this, the Worlds
Smallest that. But I still get that
thrill of the old games, the old
shows as the memories flood my mind
with the sites and sounds of the
first midway I ever saw, the first
talker I ever heard and the first
sideshow I ever walked into.
Now it's just mostly memories, but
the people I have met, the friends I
still see and the shows, many
shows I walked into passing the
great and small banners lines, are
still alive on the inside.
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