Sunday, August 06, 2006

Wildwood Memories


It is always amazing to hear people when they discuss their memories of vacations in Wildwood, New Jersey. People recall their first roller coaster ride, their first nasty sunburn, sleeping in 1950's era hotels with "in-ground" pools or sweating in those large dorm style boarding homes. Maybe you remember eating Snow White's hotdogs or Mack's pizza on the boardwalk or "fudgie wudgie" on the beach. A cold beer at Phil & Eddie's Surf Club or dancing the night away at The Stardust. I would like to gather these memories for a video project that I am working on and if you'd like to be part of that, please post your thoughts.

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi there! Yes, I started vacationing in Wildwood at 8 years old! Since then I went with my family every year for 1 or two weeks . I am in my middle 50's now but will always have such fond memories of Wildwood by the sea. One that comes to mind is "Pierre's on the boardwalk. It was a special time when Mom brought me there and we had bananna splits(my favorite) and at the time the place was considered fancy and expensive.I loved it so but I could never finish my treat!Remember that saying?Your eyes are bigger than your stomach"? Danielle

Lou Antosh said...

Old rooming houses that smelled of salt air and must-mixed with-sand were THE place for high school grads who didn't mind a two-in-a-tiny room with bath down the hall. Later, after we were 21, The Shamrock was the only bar that mattered. The beers were Seven for One Dollar and we lined them up on a six-foot-high shelf that ran around the interior walls. The lighting was dim and even the plainest Jane, skin with dark sheen from a day on the beach, teeth and eyes dazzling, got the pulse racing with one word -- "Hi."
Wildwood was many things, but most of all the best thing. Youth.

Lorraine DeLuca said...

Thank you Lou. I hadn’t considered that the longing one feels when thinking about the times down the shore may really the desire to be young again or to at least have the freedom to experience things as though we were young. To swim without the fear of drowning, or drink, eat and smoke without consideration of one’s health. To ride the scariest amusements and be surprised when we end up nauseated or to develop a rich tan without worrying about skin cancer. To be young and fearless. And so full of promise.

Anonymous said...

Drinking age was just 18! We were young!

Anonymous said...

Well, I went to Wildwood for my senior week after graduation from APHS and my friends dressed me up to look preggers and I went into the liquor store with one of the guys and I guess I was served since we went back to the apartment and had ice tea mixed with Vodka and I was the little mother and held everyone's head while they were ,hem hem,getting sick...This was year 1967!

Anonymous said...

..Since my sister says she is too busy to tell her memory I have some time and will tell it! Early 70's she was in the walk in type fun house. While in there somebody grabbed her boob and copped a feel. Of Course she was outraged,remember this was the 70's and women did not think this sort of thing was proper but my sister went after the guy and I think she beat the guy up....Gee I can't remember the entire story ..I better go and see if she can find some time..... Is this Wildwood Memories..... Er I remember now that I thought this episode was funny at the time but she did not appreciate my laughing ......ah in fact I can't stop Ha LOL Bye

Anonymous said...

Let me see. Um I remember a hunk guy who was the nephew who ran the boarding house that we stayed in. I was only 12 yrs old going on 13 in the fall but hem hem I was not developed at that time and he didn't really want to be bothered but I had a crush on him for years. His nickname was Worm.I often wonder what ever happened to him? Ah so young....to be so infatuated..... I'm going back ...back..... See ya.

The Middle Sister said...

My sister decided she needed to post one of my memories as I am a very busy executive. She got most of it correct about the fun house except that the guy who decided to grab my boobs got kicked, scratched and punched and I never saw his face. He was one of the scary characters working then an I am sure would never admit to being beat up by a teenager.

The Middle Sister said...

Now that she got me away from my busy life, one of my best memories is taking a shower behind the rooming house where we stayed. Nothing has ever smelled quite like that shower since. It had the smell of wet wood, many different soaps and the beach. There were also a bunch of peep holes that needed to be patched before you could go in or the boys would sneak a peek.

Lorraine DeLuca said...

Stuck in the middle-Thanks for taking time from your busy life to comment. You were the one always making those "executive decisions" like whether or not to open the garage door! Love you....

Lorraine DeLuca said...

Oh and by the way. Danielle is laughing because she was jealous of your big boobs!

The Middle Sister said...

During senior week in 1971 we met a really nice group of guys that we started hanging out with at the shore. We went to Wildwood one weekend and stayed in a hotel. Sorry Helen. Harvey Wallbangers were the drink of the summer. I had too many and I remember saying to someone "I want another Harvey Hangbanger" The drink taste awful!!!

Anonymous said...

Hey Rain boots,I know that you said you would be away but this is too loong! Your blogs spark my memories and I need you! Come back soon. Love Dee Dee The OOOOOLDEST!!!!

Anonymous said...

how about the old wolf rock where our dads would hang out??

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