My Father, The Carny
My widowed father, now
89, has returned to his roots, in a way. He now lives at Serenity Towers, a
luxurious assisted living place in Niagara, just blocks from the old Lakeside
Amusement Park in Port Dalhousie.
He got his start there
as a carny after the war. He ran the bingo game. It was owned by Conklin Shows,
the company founded by the legendary showman Paddy Conklin.
Dad discovered that he
could sell twice as many bingo cards by increasing the prizes slightly, with no
effect on earnings. It was a neat trick, and word of it got to Paddy
Soon, Dad was Paddy’s
driver, chauffeuring him around in a brand-new post war Chrysler. Paddy put Dad
to work on some other math problems.
Soon Dad was working the
winter midway in Brantford, Paddy’s home town. He was an enforcer. He figured
out the rate at which the carnies in the game booths should be giving out the
sawdust filled crap toys you win, and if they were giving out fewer than that,
they were screwing the house.
He was respected and
feared and called “The Professor”, because he wore glasses and could add.
Carnies are tough, but they’re not that bright, not even Paddy, and this was
the carnival industry’s first experience of forensic accounting.
By the summer of 1947,
dad was working the Midway at the Ex, still counting the stuffed bears and
going over the receipts at night. He was making $1500 a week in 1947, the
equiivalent of about $15,000 today. Paddy valued him, obviously.
What goes around comes
around. A client of mine is the CNE. I happened to mention to a senior
executive that my dad once drove for Paddy Conklin. His eyes lit up. “You’re dad
KNEW Paddy? He drove for him?” This was like meeting someone who had met god to
him, and his staff were equally enthralled. When I told them about dad’s role
as “The Professor”, they exchanged looks. Apparently those accounting rules are
still used on the Midway to this day.
Dad didn’t stay a carny
long, just two or three exciting, lucrative years. It allowed him to get
married and get set up doing what he was born to do, sell pipe organs. But, for
a while, Dad was “The Professor”, feared on the Midway by the toughest guys on
the road.
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