Some memories of Revere in the 1960s. Several times every summer, dad drove our whole family in our non-air-conditioned brown station wagon to the ‘rides’ at Revere Beach. It was a short trip to the storied amusement park by the sea, and once we found a parking spot, we made our way excitedly to the action along the long boulevard, spending time twirling on the Flying Horses, defying gravity on the Round Up, and strolling the wide lit up sidewalks. People from all walks of life slowly passed us by as we all melded into a moving web of humanity enjoying a summer evening. Across the street was the sand and ever-present ocean, where just a few hours ago, thousands of sun and fun worshippers had laid out blankets, beach towels, and suntan oil, to soak up the hot sun. A few dozen teenagers still lingered and were leaning against the cement seawall, with a few of them making out in the darkness. As we made our way along the sidewalk, all of our senses were deliciously overwhelmed with the sights, sounds and smells of each open-air storefront. There were dozens and dozens of games of chance intermingled with carnival food like cotton candy, hot dogs, ice cream and pizza. Each stand was its own spectacle with several carnies shouting out “a winner every time,” and “only a quarter.”
Some memories of Revere in the 1960s.
Several times every summer, dad drove our whole family in our non-air-conditioned brown station wagon to the ‘rides’ at Revere Beach. It was a short trip to the storied amusement park by the sea, and once we found a parking spot, we made our way excitedly to the action along the long boulevard, spending time twirling on the Flying Horses, defying gravity on the Round Up, and strolling the wide lit up sidewalks. People from all walks of life slowly passed us by as we all melded into a moving web of humanity enjoying a summer evening.
Across the street was the sand and ever-present ocean, where just a few hours ago, thousands of sun and fun worshippers had laid out blankets, beach towels, and suntan oil, to soak up the hot sun. A few dozen teenagers still lingered and were leaning against the cement seawall, with a few of them making out in the darkness.
As we made our way along the sidewalk, all of our senses were deliciously overwhelmed with the sights, sounds and smells of each open-air storefront. There were dozens and dozens of games of chance intermingled with carnival food like cotton candy, hot dogs, ice cream and pizza. Each stand was its own spectacle with several carnies shouting out “a winner every time,” and “only a quarter.”