I remember arriving at the zoo when it was still cool morning. The parking lot was on the other side of that brick building, and you entered thru it into the worst smell EVER. It was "the monkey house" and in my little girl mind, something to be endured till we could get out into air that didn't make my eyes water. Sure the monkeys were fun to see, but even at 5 or 6, I knew those concrete and steel cages were mean to the animals, and way too small.
But you know how childhood memories are--I've stopped there a few times as an adult, at maybe 10 year intervals--hoping the smell in that building will be mild or gone, an indicator that those monkeys have large airy outdoor spaces now with fun trees and rocks to climb. But no.
I think maybe somewhere inside me is that little kid looking forward to the miniature train ride we took a couple times when I was under 7 years old.
Like enduring the monkey house over and over might bring the train back?
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(There was a photo of us on that little train...whatever happened to it? Anybody know?)
Wasn't that photo of us on the train taken at the Como Park Zoo? I always thought it was. It will ruin one of my fondest childhood memories if it wasn't taken there but that's OK - I'll cope. Therapy is cheap. You just go ahead and do what you have to do. The blog must go on...
ReplyDeleteLove - PT
PS - Wasn't the slacker Mass at 11? Or maybe that was for mega-slackers.
Nope, that train was definitely at the Duluth Zoo, but part of a business called Kiddieland across the parking lot. (lol...after you commented, I googled some more, and found the postcard of the TRAIN) YAY!
ReplyDeleteThanks, PT!
PS--naw, the 11:00 AM mass was added after Vatican II, in the 60s. The 5PM masses, too, as part of your "Sunday obligation" started then. Evidently, Catholics discovered major time loop-holes on weekends during the Vatican Council.
Who knew?