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Seasons: A Tale of the Ups and Downs of Growing Up
Seasons: A Tale of the Ups and Downs of Growing Up
Seasons: A Tale of the Ups and Downs of Growing Up
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Seasons, an embellished autobiography, is a story of growing up and learning to recognize the value of all kinds of people. The humor is seen through the eyes of an old man looking back at the foibles and follies of youth, along with the sadness of failing to appreciate true friendship. Operating his beloved Comet roller coaster is symbolic of Erdely’s life journey. He hopes in some way his story will help others see the worth and uniqueness of people, regardless of how they look or where they come from.

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Daniel Erdely was blessed to be raised by devoted and loving parents with the added bonus of a close extended family. His education was through wonderful nuns, the Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth, and the opportunity of going to Cathedral prep school and then to Gannon University. After earning his master’s degree from Temple University, he taught for four years in Philadelphia and then thirty years in the Cherry Hill, New Jersey schools. He has been married to his wonderful spouse Diane for fifty-three years and they live in Florida. They have traveled together extensively in pursuit of birds, gaining the friendship of birding experts from Cape May, NJ to Costa Rica, Panama, Columbia, and beyond. Their two Cardigan Corgis, Moto and Kellie, add joy to their lives.

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Release dateApr 24, 2023
ISBN9798888125687
Seasons: A Tale of the Ups and Downs of Growing Up

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    DEDICATION

    To my friends from the past who inspired me to be who I became.

    To my friends of the present who help me to continue the journey.

    And to my beautiful bride who does it all.

    ABOUT THE STORY

    The story is a fictionalized account of the first season I worked at Waldameer Park in Erie, Pennsylvania. Many of the names have been changed along with the time frame of the story. However, the spirit of the story, the lessons learned there through wonderful, extraordinary people is true. Life, I have found, is as full of ups and downs as a roller coaster. The important thing though is to hold on to the guard rail and keep moving forward.

    The Comet is still there and while it is considered small by today’s standards, it still manages to thrill. The mega coaster there, the Ravine Flyer 2, has been constructed very close to the route of the first coaster and has an impressive lift hill and an even more impressive drop. I think that might correspond to the bigger challenges of today. The track is still walked and checked and reflective of the age in which we live. The important thing is to hold on to those we love and keep moving forward.

    Chapter One

    What a journey this has been. I’m seventy-seven years old now and I spend a lot of time looking back over my life. As with all lives, there are days of profound joy and there are periods of intense sorrow. There are days of regret and days of satisfaction. Everyone’s life is like this, but to be content a person must look at the whole, rather than reliving the negatives.

    My journey begins with a happy childhood. We lived in the upstairs flat of my grandparent’s home on the east side of the Erie, PA. The house was an old Victorian clapboard that had stood on East Tenth Street for over a hundred years. It was the kind of structure that had large public rooms and very small bedrooms. The house had an unusual room configuration that wouldn’t make sense today, but we loved the house and my family lived there for over seventy years.

    My father worked for a company that made toys. My father, I was proud to say, was one of Santa’s helpers. My mother had the responsibility of raising my two brothers and me. We lived a quite ordinary life. My grandparents, who lived downstairs, were always there as part of my life. We kids would run down constantly to see what Busia (grandmother) and Dziadzia (grandfather) were doing or just to sit with them. When my mother’s dinner didn’t suit my taste, I would run downstairs to see what Busia was cooking. My grandparents living downstairs gave me a comforting sense of security and contentment. I had food, shelter, clothing, and, most importantly, love. I was surrounded by people who cared about me and sheltered me from the stings the outside world could inflict.

    In the back of our flat was a large bathroom with a window that looked out to our back yard and beyond the garage at the rear of the yard was an alley that ran the length of the block. I would often look out that window in the late afternoon looking for my father to get home from work. I remember that one time in the evening I was looking out that window, waiting for my parents to return home from a shopping trip. I remember anxiously waiting and waiting, growing more concerned with each passing minute. Finally, I saw the car come down the alley to our garage. To this day, I don’t know what caused me to become so upset but the feeling of panic is still there when I think about that night. That back window was like a view of the world beyond my house that was both enticing and frightening at the same time.

    I started school and my world started to expand.

    I went to a Polish Catholic school and was educated by wonderful nuns. I was a good student and enjoyed school. I was shy and quiet and tried not to bring attention to myself. I was one of the smallest kids in the class and very sheltered living in the bubble of my family. There weren’t any kids in my neighborhood, so I learned to enjoy being alone. I got along with my classmates but did not form any long-lasting friendships. I tried my best to be invisible. Most of the other kids in my class were more sophisticated and, to me, somewhat intimidating.

    The one day at school that I especially anticipated was the school picnic. Held every year in early June just before the school year ended, it was at Waldameer,, a small amusement park overlooking the lake. My mother and my aunt and cousins would catch the Tenth Street bus that took us to Calvary Cemetery. We would depart the bus walking past the graves, occasionally stopping when my mom or aunt would go past the grave of a relative or friend. We would head for the gate and there across the road was the entrance to what I considered the most wonderful place in the whole world.

    I fell in love with Waldameer. My mom and dad would take my brothers and me to the park and we would go on the merry-go-round or the train ride. We’d also like to look at the monkeys on Monkey Island in the park. The island was surrounded by a moat. We would throw popcorn or peanuts and see the monkeys ingeniously fish the goodies out of the water. The sound of the carousel music reverberated in my ears as I stood there feeding the monkeys. To this day, occasionally the melodies of those songs still resonate in my mind. It was, to me, a magical place that I never wanted to leave.

    Looking out the bathroom window, in the distance, was a house a couple of blocks away that reminded me of the merry-go-round. I convinced myself that I was seeing Waldameer Park. It was fun imagining that all I had to do to

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