A friend sent me an article this morning about a noted amusement park haunting in the US. It stirred some childhood memories; perhaps, reasons for such occurrences.
My parents were good friends with a “Carney Family” when I was a child. They had homes, but much of their lives were spent on the road, traveling from one town to the next. Their day started when mine usually ended; when the lights of the ferris wheel and merry go round came on.
They were fascinating, not the usual Ozzie and Harriet couples; but exotic lifestyles where cotton candy, and zeppoles, and magic permeated the air.
The carnival was in their blood, as the saying goes. It was where their souls had to wander. No wonder, in death, many souls still linger at the carnival.
Many derelict, abandoned amusement parks are home to ghosts…both in the US and overseas.
Perhaps these are the Carney People, who fit in no where else.
Of course, there are also tragic cases where young lives were taken on a ride meant for joy, not death.
These may stay for another reason, not knowing the ride, and life, has ended for them….constantly searching for parents long gone….
Just my thoughts….comments and personal experiences welcome in response.
(My original painting “Carousel,” is available as a print)