Leonard Chapman recalled that for a number of years the circus would be on the farm of Ben Parker on Wampum Road just west of the town limits. He shared how a lot of the local kids would go and help the circus set up the big tent and the other tents in exchange for a ticket to see the show. It was a lot of hard work but they enjoyed doing it and being part of “the show”. He also shared the excitement they got being around the circus people and seeing the animals while setting it up and likened it to being back stage.
The year the circus truck wrecked near the Frisco Bridge was a year it was held at the Parker farm. On the last day the circus was in town, the truck that hauled the cook tent left ahead of the other trucks to go to the next town to setup for the next day. The truck went through Ellwood and down old Frisco hill but lost control. The large truck did not make the turn on the Frisco side of the bridge and hit the house to the right, not the house straight off the end the bridge. We have not validated if anyone was hurt in the accident or if the truck hit the bridge itself.
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Kathy Thalmann-Blank wrote: Yes, I do remember “the Circus” I was about 4 and my Mom took me to watch them set up the tents and walk the elephants. Do believe it was in the area of where Sherwin -Williams is now and the bank Drive-through-Vinny’s-Fotia’s-up to Michael’s–that whole area, What excitement that was-the music playing (the Calliopy (?) the shouting, the happiness that seemed to be abounding-we were too poor to purchase a ticket, BUT, Mom would walk me around those few days they were here in E/C. peeking in tents, watching them practice for the show, By the time they left -I had seen everything and enjoyed myself from having “seen the Circus”. It was during one of those days ,that I broke away from my Mom and wondered toward the RailRoad tracks-I can still hear my Mother screaming for me to “stand still”-”stand very still” as she lay on the ground and I was in between 2 moving trains- can still feel the wind blowing my hair as those trains moved . Dad was at work at the “Little Tubemill” and some one must have gotten him-’cause when those trains ended and left town-there stood my Dad on one side and Mom on the other, crying and that was when I started to cry-never realizing the danger I was in ,but crying because my parents were crying. I received many hugs and kisses and a scolding and a BIG smack across ,you know where!!! A-a-a-a-ah MEMORIES!!!