Some day I'm going to fly.
I'll be a pilot too.
And when I do, how would you
Like to be my crew...
On the good ship lollipop.
Its a sweet trip to a candy shop
Where bon-bons play
On the sunny beach of Peppermint Bay.
From "The Good Ship Lollipop"
music by R. Whiting and words by S. Clare
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There she is. The Good Ship Lollipop. Moored in her cement berth at Idlewild Park, Ligonier, Pennsylvania. One of the nation's oldest amusement parks, by the way. (Wait a minute. Who the heck built an amusement park on Mount Nottasoullivesthere, Pennsylvania?? It's closest too...nowhere, actually. I guess the land in Pittsburgh was too pricey.)
See those dangerous seas? Don't even THINK about taking a paddle boat out there when the autumn gales are blowing.
Whoa, watch out for that swan!
Hey Mom. Why is Icabod Crane perched on the gunwale? That's not Shirley Temple. I know Shirley Temple. I hear her on the Hi Fi system singing the Good Ship Lollipop song, but that dude can't even tap dance!
He's creepy, Mom.
What? Take a lollipop from him? Why the hell does he smell like incense?
Jesus. It's strawberry. That's not an easy flavor to get.
Close one, Mom. Close one. If he had slipped me Passion Fruit, or Jasmine, or something trippy like that, I would've freaked. But strawberry? I can dig it.
Let's roll. I see the Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe.
(The "Little Windows" Series: A while back, I transferred our old Super 8 home movies onto VHS. Now I'm moving those to DVD. They're an odd record of the past. More vibrant than photos, but still distant and imperfect. I thought it might be fun now and again to share some of these "little windows" into my past.)