Marilyn, Jim, and I arrived at the B&B Carrousell (their spelling)—which was Marilyn and my childhood carousel, then on Surf Avenue. It is now restored and reassembled in a prettier setting on the boardwalk. See my blog post of October 1, A Circle of Horses Reborn. The hundred year old carved horses and other figures were beautifully stripped and repainted to their original colors. The only thing missing was the brass ring.
An excerpt from my novel narrated by my young heroine:
I knew it was a long shot, but when I got to West Eighth I turned and headed for Neptune Avenue. I passed the open firehouse and came to a stop in front of Dad’s workshop. It was a warehouse building with huge wooden doors lettered Mandel Industries. His old black pickup truck wasn’t parked out front—Dad was probably out there somewhere fixing motors, gearboxes, and chain lifts.
One of Marilyn and Steve’s two sons, Michael came along with Steve. He and I stood in front of the Thunderbolt as riders screamed past. We tried to figure out how you would write down the sound, but it was so multilayered we couldn’t.
Marilyn, Steve, Michael, Jim and I set out on our next quest. It was to find a good Russian restaurant that we could get into on a Saturday evening without reservations.
In this we failed.
Opening of the new carousel:
The old B&B:
Watch them put together the carousel in a little over a minute: