I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a tingling Bros circus, but I lived mostly in small towns as a kid and when the circus came to town it was a very big deal. They were thrilling, exciting events for all of us. I haven’t been since my kids were little, but I have fond memories. Heck, as a kid that spent most of his time on the farm, once a year we, cousins and all, would travel about 25 miles once a year to swim in a concrete swimming pool, another thrilling event, since we mostly swam in ponds and creeks.
I remember clearly my parents taking my brother and myself to our first circus on Long Island. The excitement, the smells, the wild animals - well, it’s all cliche, but it was wonderful. I still remember my mother refusing to let me go into the sideshow. (That must have been very late 50s or 1960.)
I still love circuses and still seek them out. It’s mostly the aerialists that I admire. I still have my autograph from “Raven” the beautiful aerialist who was shot out of a cannon at the climax.