The Wonderful world of Rockaway’s Playland

For all who grew up in the Rockaways remember Playland. Whether you were  very young with all your families your first time.  One can never forget this wonderful place. As  we grew older many of us went there to hang out as they use to say and just be there on a saturday with our own friends. Again it was a simpler time. For a few dollars we could be with our friends or by ourselves. Remembering All the smells and the grit of the place is another feeling of home.  I have been collecting photograph and postcards for over 30 years now . Its fun to put them all together for all to see this wonderful place. I hope you enjoy all your own memories.

Bruce Baumwoll

Photo By: Julie Wilson

Photo By : Julie Wilson

Woody Allens : Radio Days

Many of the images of Playland are from Carol Marston’s site More Old Rockaway Photos. Her web site was started years ago and she is still updating the site with new photos. I began saving Skip & Carol’s photos from their sites Rockaway Beach Reunion Website and More Old Rockaway Photos respectively since the beginning of the internet. They allowed me to show thier photos on my blog with my personal reflections.

Other photos are from E-bay where they were for sale. The postcards and paper ephemera still sell everyday from e-bay. There is no copyright infringement on postcards and most paper ephemera as it was meant to be thrown away.

9 responses to “The Wonderful world of Rockaway’s Playland

  1. Elizabeth Schmeelk

    Love the old photos. Thank you for sharing

  2. Anthony Marciana

    I worked for Mrs. Guiest and she was not the sweetest employer.

    • Regina M. O'Leary

      I in grew up right down the block on 97th St where my family owned and rented out summer rooms and bungalows, have for whatever reason come back to live on the block four times in my life as do now again, though our sprawling and beloved property has also gone the way of Playland, as I had stood alone on the beachside of same where lived at the time, which no longer exists as well, to sadly witness the beginning of the end of that grand old mainstay of my long-ago childhood, as a giant crane took the first bite of the lighting ball tower which had loomed over the park to warn air traffic of the wooden ‘Hurricane’ roller coaster which had stood sentinel for more than a century, a watershed moment of my life with whom I longed to have the presence o any of the many souls that could have or should have been there with me to share that awesomely haunting moment in time.

  3. OMG….we went there almost every weekend to “hang”. Thanks so much for the memories.

  4. Jackie Kadish Talbot

    briught back so many memories .thank you

  5. I loved this place as a little girl. I lived right across the street. My siblings and I would go on the rides every day.

  6. grow up in wavecrest and all over far rock i sure miss her

  7. Always went on Wednesday nights for the fireworks, but had to first go to the Bow Wow.

  8. Green sidewalks – I remember the green sidewalks
    of long ago – youth! To the right,
    we lined up in a schoolyard that once was
    an attraction. The whole town was an attraction
    long ago, when we were young. We timed summer break by
    the number of workers on the coaster, as seen from class.
    On the left, a pair of taverns shadowed by
    the rollercoaster, we heard the people screaming
    as it rushed by. You can still hear it.
    In the middle of it all
    the green sidewalks. Past the skee-ball place
    we knew by smell – a uniquely skee-ball smell and
    sounds only heard when a token dropped, and the
    lever was pulled kkkkkkkklack! arooooom of wooden balls –
    clunk! as another ball launched, its sound rolling up the ramp
    providing all the drama. O’Gara’s beer hall,
    Then, the gypsy and
    Fascination, with the odd, stern man calling
    the shots – our own Boo Radley.
    At night, rifle shots rang out
    as vets impressed their dates,
    shooting for prizes rarely won.
    and the coaster clacked, riders still screaming
    ‘til the lights, one by one, trickled off.
    Drunks staggered out of the bars, the 24 hour diner
    lights burned bright, and the ocean waves were the only sound
    tumbling down the green sidewalks
    of that old town for one more night.

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