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dancing became
upset, and his voice grew louder, allowing Joe to overhear the
conversation.
"We paid our money same as everyone
else!"
"Company policy. No ragtime dancing on the
boat or on the island," replied the ship's officer.
"It's just a dance. We're not hurting no one.
We have the right to dance how we want!"
"Sir, stay calm. No one wants any trouble.
Just dance a nice waltz with your pretty lady, and have a nice
time."
His female companion grabbed the man's hand
and pulled him to the back of the boat to try to calm him down and
avoid further confrontation.
Matka observed the incident with a small
smile. "Thank goodness the company has the good sense to control
these young delinquents. One must watch these youngsters all the
time these days."
An older Polish woman overheard Blanca's
comment and joined in. "Dancing like animals! Why, they look like
Negroes dancing on a plantation! Can you imagine? They probably
snuck some liquor in a flask on board too. Thankfully the island
does not allow alcohol on land or on its boats. Makes it free from
rowdy and boisterous youths like those two. A place you can take
your family and feel at peace."
The boat began to blow its steam whistle at
it approached Boblo Island. Joe looked over the railing and watched
as they closed in on their destination. Groves of green trees were
interspersed between large buildings, and pretty paths circled the
area. A large, white two-story building hovered over the water on
stilts, and its many arched windows reflected the sparkling blue of
the water. Grassy lawns created a rich carpet on the island's small
embankment.
The boat docked, and the Jopolowskis listened
to conversations of their fellow passengers as they waited in line
to disembark. German, Italian, Russian, English, Yiddish and Polish
conversations mingled. Ojciec laughed and shook his head. "Sounds
like the Tower of Babel on this boat!"
The family stepped off the gangplank and
walked down the long dock. A soft breeze blew over the island, and
seagulls swooped down, diving into the water. The sky was dotted by
only a few white puffy clouds; the weather appeared to be
cooperating for the outing. The shore was planted with beds of
roses, mums and marigolds. Delicious aromas wafted from the
cafeteria. Throughout the park hundreds of rustic seats and
hammocks were scattered to allow the patrons a place to sit and
rest. Laughter, music and squeals of delight mingled with the sound
of the river passing gently by.
A few hundred yards to the right lay a
massive, three-story stone dance hall. Its four corners were
anchored by square turrets with tall, arched windows. Covered
balconies ran the length of the building on four sides.
"How about a polka, Blanca? We'll show these
kids how to really dance," Ojciec said.
"Not now, Mikołaj. Let's explore a
little."
Passing by the dance hall, they came to a
smaller stone building that housed the carousel.
"Here's a dime, Joe. Take your brother and
watch him close. Get in line over there." Ojciec pointed to a line
of children waiting for their turn. The line moved quickly, and Joe
lifted Frank over the lower edge of the carousel as they climbed
aboard. Colorful chariots and carved horses stood amid the shiny
gold poles on the deck. Forty-four white, brown and black horses,
two goats and two white-tail deer stood proudly, reins beckoned the
young children to grab and hold on for a thrilling ride. Sparkling
mirrors positioned above the merry-go-round reflected the electric
lights that flashed from the middle of the ride in a dazzling
display of white light.
Frank chose one of the slender deer and Joe
gave him a push up onto its back. Joe climbed onto an elegant white
horse next to the white-tail and grabbed the reins. Cheerful music
flowed out of the steam organ from the middle of the carousel. The
ride began to move and the animals rose slowly up and down. Frank's
face lit up with joy as his animal began rising toward the
ceiling.
"Let's race!"
upset, and his voice grew louder, allowing Joe to overhear the
conversation.
"We paid our money same as everyone
else!"
"Company policy. No ragtime dancing on the
boat or on the island," replied the ship's officer.
"It's just a dance. We're not hurting no one.
We have the right to dance how we want!"
"Sir, stay calm. No one wants any trouble.
Just dance a nice waltz with your pretty lady, and have a nice
time."
His female companion grabbed the man's hand
and pulled him to the back of the boat to try to calm him down and
avoid further confrontation.
Matka observed the incident with a small
smile. "Thank goodness the company has the good sense to control
these young delinquents. One must watch these youngsters all the
time these days."
An older Polish woman overheard Blanca's
comment and joined in. "Dancing like animals! Why, they look like
Negroes dancing on a plantation! Can you imagine? They probably
snuck some liquor in a flask on board too. Thankfully the island
does not allow alcohol on land or on its boats. Makes it free from
rowdy and boisterous youths like those two. A place you can take
your family and feel at peace."
The boat began to blow its steam whistle at
it approached Boblo Island. Joe looked over the railing and watched
as they closed in on their destination. Groves of green trees were
interspersed between large buildings, and pretty paths circled the
area. A large, white two-story building hovered over the water on
stilts, and its many arched windows reflected the sparkling blue of
the water. Grassy lawns created a rich carpet on the island's small
embankment.
The boat docked, and the Jopolowskis listened
to conversations of their fellow passengers as they waited in line
to disembark. German, Italian, Russian, English, Yiddish and Polish
conversations mingled. Ojciec laughed and shook his head. "Sounds
like the Tower of Babel on this boat!"
The family stepped off the gangplank and
walked down the long dock. A soft breeze blew over the island, and
seagulls swooped down, diving into the water. The sky was dotted by
only a few white puffy clouds; the weather appeared to be
cooperating for the outing. The shore was planted with beds of
roses, mums and marigolds. Delicious aromas wafted from the
cafeteria. Throughout the park hundreds of rustic seats and
hammocks were scattered to allow the patrons a place to sit and
rest. Laughter, music and squeals of delight mingled with the sound
of the river passing gently by.
A few hundred yards to the right lay a
massive, three-story stone dance hall. Its four corners were
anchored by square turrets with tall, arched windows. Covered
balconies ran the length of the building on four sides.
"How about a polka, Blanca? We'll show these
kids how to really dance," Ojciec said.
"Not now, Mikołaj. Let's explore a
little."
Passing by the dance hall, they came to a
smaller stone building that housed the carousel.
"Here's a dime, Joe. Take your brother and
watch him close. Get in line over there." Ojciec pointed to a line
of children waiting for their turn. The line moved quickly, and Joe
lifted Frank over the lower edge of the carousel as they climbed
aboard. Colorful chariots and carved horses stood amid the shiny
gold poles on the deck. Forty-four white, brown and black horses,
two goats and two white-tail deer stood proudly, reins beckoned the
young children to grab and hold on for a thrilling ride. Sparkling
mirrors positioned above the merry-go-round reflected the electric
lights that flashed from the middle of the ride in a dazzling
display of white light.
Frank chose one of the slender deer and Joe
gave him a push up onto its back. Joe climbed onto an elegant white
horse next to the white-tail and grabbed the reins. Cheerful music
flowed out of the steam organ from the middle of the carousel. The
ride began to move and the animals rose slowly up and down. Frank's
face lit up with joy as his animal began rising toward the
ceiling.
"Let's race!"
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