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Friday, March 28, 2025

Time Capsule 1980: A Family’s Journey Through Change and Cultural Shifts


Stepping into 1980 feels like opening a time capsule—each memory and milestone woven together to tell the story of a year that was equal parts personal and historic. For my family, it was a year of finding normalcy after the chaos of 1979. We’d weathered Hurricane Frederic and the challenges of the aftermath while living with my grandmother. But in 1980, change came in the form of a little yellow house at the end of Easter Lane in the Holiday Estates subdivision in Mobile, Alabama—a neighborhood that would become the backdrop of our lives until we moved to Florida in the mid-80's. The house wasn’t fancy, but my sister and I had our own rooms and a huge backyard which was nestled at the edge of the woods, it felt like a fresh start. Sadly, that neighborhood was demolished in the early 2000s and the land is now an undeveloped part of the Mobile Regional Airport.

Life at home was simple yet rich with memories. My dad worked long hours as a shipbuilder at the Alabama Drydock and Shipbuilding Company, while my sister spent her days at school. That left me with Mama, who, as a stay-at-home mom, filled our days with purpose and care. Together, we nurtured her vibrant garden, where she seemed to have a magical touch for growing everything—cucumbers, bell peppers, squash, green onions, cantaloupe, carrots, watermelon, and, whimsically, sunflowers. Mama also took up canning, turning our pantry into a treasure trove of bread-and-butter pickles and chow chow. Sundays we’d dress in our best and head to Pleasant View Baptist Church, which anchored othe neighborhood until it, too, was lost to the airport’s expansion. While the church didn’t leave me with much spiritually, it did ignite my love for performing, potlucks, and casseroles. Another vivid memory is Mama’s letter-writing. As I mentioned in a previous blog post, she often penned heartfelt letters to her friend Nancy, my grandma, and other family members. Back then, a stationery set and a book of 15-cent postage stamps were far more affordable than the average long-distance phone call, making letters was Mama's lifeline of connection.
White star was where Pleasent View Baptist Church was, Yellow Star is where the little yellow house we lived in was and the Blue Star marks the spot where the house we rented from Mr. Moon when we moved out of the yellow house a couple of years before we moved to Florida was.

Living on the edge of the woods had its fair share of hazards. The yard teemed with wildlife—rabbits, opossums, and armadillos often wandered through, but so did less welcome guests like pygmy rattlers and cottonmouths. My sister, however, found a fiercely loyal guardian in a calico stray cat that happened upon our yard and stayed, she named Prissy. True to her name, Prissy embodied every bit of that self-assured attitude. She barely tolerated me, reserving all her affection for my sister, but her snake-hunting prowess was unmatched. Prissy was skinny, small but a fearless hunter, often leaving half-dead pygmy rattlers and baby cottonmouths on our front porch as if to flaunt her triumphs.

One of my most poignant memories of that house unfolded a year later, on the day we lost Chip, my beloved beagle. He was my first dog, my best friend, and the most loyal companion a kid could ask for. I named him after a boy I had a crush on, the son of Mrs. Jackson, my kindergarten teacher. Tragically, his curious encounter with an eastern diamondback rattlesnake ended in heartbreak. The bite was severe and with no money for a vet, my dad made the gut-wrenching decision to end Chip's suffering with his rifle. It was an act of mercy, but it shattered my heart. Chip had a doghouse of his own, yet he preferred the crawl space under our house—it was his favorite spot, his safe haven, and it was probably quite cool under there. I missed him deeply and the emptiness he left lingered my dad and sister brought home a beautiful black-and-white English Springer Spaniel puppy I named Pickles.

Not Chip but he looks pretty close.

Beyond the walls of our yellow house, 1980 was alive with stories—some that shook the world and others that delighted it. Economically, the cost of living looked wildly different from today. The median yearly income for families was $21,023 and the minimum wage was a mere $3.10 an hour. It costs $3,499 on average for tuition at a four year college, including room and board. A new home would set you back around $64,600, while a gallon of gas cost just $1.25, and a new refrigerator with a water dispenser and icemaker was probably cheaper than a VCR, which was priced at $699—an astronomical sum for the latest tech. Being that a VCR was out of financial reach of most, a basic movie ticket was around $2.69, not including popcorn and a soda.


Politically, Jimmy Carter was president, with Walter Mondale as his vice president, though Reagan and Bush were elected in November. The U.S. population stood at approximately 227.2 million, while the world population reached 4.4 billion. International tensions ran high; frustrated by the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan and the Iran hostage crisis, President Carter announced a boycott of the Moscow Summer Olympics and imposed sanctions on Iran. Meanwhile, on January 28, six U.S. diplomats staged a daring escape from Iran during the hostage crisis by posing as Canadians.

Carter and Reagan

In cultural milestones, The eruption of Mount St. Helens in Washington kills 57 people and causes over $1 billion in damage, CNN launched on June 1 as the first 24-hour news network, revolutionizing how we consumed news. On February 22, the U.S. Olympic hockey team delivered the legendary "Miracle on Ice," defeating the Soviet Union in Lake Placid. And on December 8, the world mourned as John Lennon was tragically shot outside his New York apartment.
Mt. St. Helens when it began to erupt, in 1980

The entertainment world thrived. At the Oscars, Ordinary People took home Best Picture, while Robert De Niro and Sissy Spacek were awarded Best Actor and Best Actress for their performances in Raging Bull and Coal Miner’s Daughter, respectively. On television, new shows like Bosom Buddies and Magnum, P.I. premiered, while beloved classics such as The Rockford Files, Barnaby Jones, Love of Life and Hawaii Five-O aired their finales. In theaters, The Empire Strikes Back dominated the box office, earning its place in cinematic history despite initial mixed reviews.
Children immersed themselves in the joys of toys and games, with Rubik’s Cubes—my sister's obsession, which she eventually mastered—Spirograph, Holly Hobbie dolls, Hot Wheels & Matchbox cars, the Barbie Dreamhouse, Lite-Brite, and my personal favorite, Strawberry Shortcake dolls. Meanwhile, bookworms lost themselves in captivating reads like The Bourne Identity by Robert Ludlum, A People's History of the United States by Howard Zinn, Firestarter by Stephen King, and Cosmos by Carl Sagan.
In sports, the Philadelphia Phillies captured the World Series, the Los Angeles Lakers dominated the NBA, and the Georgia Bulldogs claimed NCAA football glory. For horse racing fans, Genuine Risk became a Kentucky Derby champion, while Seve Ballesteros triumphed at the PGA Masters Tournament.

The year 1980 welcomed the birth of numerous future stars, including Lin-Manuel Miranda, Christina Ricci, Zooey Deschanel, Macaulay Culkin, Ryan Gosling, Kristen Bell, and Jake Gyllenhaal. However, it was also a year of poignant losses. Icons such as Alfred Hitchcock, Jimmy Durante, Colonel Sanders, Steve McQueen, Mae West and heartbreakingly, John Lennon left the world. Lennon's tragic death left an indelible mark on history and the hearts of millions.

Jake Gyllenhaal

Looking back, 1980 was a year of contrasts. For my family, it was about building a life, growing a garden and navigating the challenges of everyday life For the world, it was a year of triumphs, tragedies, and cultural shifts. What about you? Do you remember 1980? Whether it’s a favorite toy, a beloved song, or a family story, I’d love to hear your memories. Share them in the comments, and if this story brought a smile (or a spark of nostalgia), your support helps keep these stories alive.


Friday, March 14, 2025

Carnival Chronicles: Spinning into Nostalgia on the Himalaya

Hey there, carnival enthusiasts and thrill-seekers! ๐ŸŽก✨ Today, I want to chat with you about one of my all-time favorite rides – the Himalaya. This ride, known by various names like Musik Express and Super Himalaya, has been a staple at countless fairs and amusement parks, and it holds a special place in my heart.

Let me take you back to my childhood. I first saw the Himalaya when I was around 3 years old at the Greater Gulf State Fair in Mobile, Alabama. Century 21 Shows, owned by Al Kunz, brought this dazzling ride to town, and I remember riding it with my mom and dad. The flashing lights, vibrant colors, and the sounds of the horns, sirens, and music were absolutely mesmerizing. I was also fascinated by how it worked, the way it moved, and how the mirror ball in the center rotated in the opposite direction of the ride. It was the last time my parents rode it, but that memory stayed with me.

Years later, when I was in 3rd or 4th grade, Goodings Million Dollar Midways brought their Reverchon-built Himalaya to the Pensacola Interstate Fair. They also featured a similar ride called the Amor Express, with red lighting, hearts, and a heart-shaped centerpiece that lit up and flashed with the rest of the ride’s lights. It was spectacular!

When Reithoffer took over the midway contract at the Pensacola Interstate Fair, they brought their Himalaya as well as a Mack-built Raupen Bahn. This ride had green and yellow lighting, cars with a caterpillar theme, and a working canopy that enclosed riders halfway through the ride. They also brought the Mack See Sturm Bahn, another Himalaya-type ride with boat-shaped seats that spun and undulated with a cool water feature in the center.

I've always loved the Himalaya and its various iterations, though I'm not a fan of the scaled-down versions by Wisdom. Still, I ride them when I can. Other rides I've enjoyed include Musik Express and Rock & Roll by Amusements of America, Belle City Amusements' Rock & Roll, and the Polar Express owned by Conklin. I've also ridden various Himalaya and Music Express rides from Drew Expo, Cumberland Valley Shows, Peachtree Rides, Royal American Shows, and many others.

So, what exactly is the Himalaya? It's a ride where cars are attached to sweeps radiating from the center. Each car has a wheel underneath that rolls along a track, driven by motors to make the ride revolve. Riders are secured with a simple lap bar, and many today also use seatbelts. The cars travel in a circle, navigating a set of hills. It's more about the atmosphere, with music, lights, and a dance club vibe. Many Himalaya rides feature flashing LED or turbo lights, strobe lights, disco lights, and sometimes laser lights. Fog machines and bubble machines are also popular, and a horn or siren is typically sounded when the ride reaches its highest speed.

There are all kinds of Himalaya rides out there, made by different companies. You’ve got Bertazzon's Musik Express/Super Himalaya and Mack's Musik Express with 20 cars. Then there’s Wisdom's Himalaya/Polar Express with 22 cars—this one's a favorite at most US carnivals because it's cheap to transport and easy to set up and take down. Reverchon’s Himalaya, with 24 cars, is pretty much the gold standard of music rides. For the kids, Venture has a Mini Himalaya with 14 cars. Other makers like Soli, ARM, and SDC also threw their hats in the ring. These rides can be jazzed up with unique artwork, lighting, and designs, so no two look quite the same. Most come with a roof, but some carnivals have given up the roof and travel with models that are open-air.

While doing research for this article, I visited a Tyrone May's website called May's Himalaya Fan Website, which is a treasure trove of detailed photos and information about older Reverchon Himalayas as well as an incredible scratch built model he created. I always find a bit of inspiration when I look at his website. I don't have the patience for scratch building so I have a model that I built from a kit made by Faller. I am looking to buy another Faller Music ride that they created called the Jungle Train and possibly a few kits created by RAH.

Musik Express rides, similar to the original Caterpillar rides of Germany, are built by companies like Bertazzon, Mack, Wisdom, and Reverchon. They feature twenty-ish 3-passenger cars that rotate on a track with sloped and flat sections, powered by 4 DC motors, and can reach speeds of up to 12 rpm. Riders are restrained by a single solid lap bar, and the ride is manually operated, with music and lights controlled by the operator.

Some rides, more common in Europe, even have a canopy that can cover the ride while in operation, adding to the old caterpillar ride nostalgia.

Join the Ride! I hope you enjoyed this whirlwind tour of the Himalaya ride. Share your own memories and experiences with this iconic ride in the comments below. Let's keep the conversation going!
And hey, if you enjoy my content and want to support my blogging journey, feel free to consider a small contribution. Your support helps keep the carnival nostalgia alive and means the world to me!


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