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Editorial Archives The Altamont Enterprise, August 25, 2005
From the Editor A true picture
I take pictures, but my daughter is a photographer.
When I take a picture, I aim and shoot. The people Im photographing look at me or at least at my camera. Sometimes they smile. They pose and arrange themselves. They present themselves as they want to be seen.
When Saranac takes a picture and Im not really sure how she does this she captures people doing whatever it is they do, being whoever it is they are. She also sees things that I dont see, even if they are right in front of me.
Saranac was in town last week, so she covered the Altamont Fair for our newspaper. I have covered the fair for years and never once seen the World of Wonders, a sideshow on the midway, although it has been there for all the years I have.
Our newspaper and the other media, year in and year out, have covered the fairs beauty pageant, its carnival rides, its agricultural displays, its foods, its music, its art but never this.
Looking at Saranac’s photographs made me want to find out more. Who was that hard-bitten man with a fistful of cash and a too-long cigarette ash" He had dirt under his fingernails yet fancy embroidery on the cuff of his shirt.
And what about the dwarf who was eating fire" He looked old. But what was the meaning of that expression on his face"
I decided to visit the sideshow to find out more and to write a story about it.
I stood with the rest of the gathering crowd Saturday night, listening to an old man pitch "The Strangest Show on Earth" that was going on behind the garish posters as two performers worked the bally, the stage in front. I started feeling angry.
The old man dressed in white with a red-sequined jacket was calling the fire-eating dwarf "Poobah the Pygmy." How demeaning, I thought. How wrong to make a show of someone who is born looking different than most. How exploitive.
I was gearing up to do battle in an editorial, to set the world right. But then a strange thing happened.
As most of the crowd lined up to pay two bucks for admission to the show, I tried to talk to the little man. He was hard of hearing and gestured to the man in the sequined jacket, indicating I should talk to him.
I waited until the line had disappeared. Then I started in with questions that were too aggressive like pointing a camera and not getting a true image. I was aiming and shooting.
My subject came back with a pose, a verbal pose. "There’s one great big freak show drawing 100 million a year in Orlando, Florida. They go to see a half mouse-half woman and a half mouse-half man...."
I tried to be more open, to just observe what was before me. As the midway strollers had been reeled into the World of Wonders sideshow, I found myself being invited into the home of its owner.
"Let’s go someplace quiet where we can talk," said the man in the sequined jacket. The sounds of the fair pounded around us.
His small, white trailer was parked next to his show. I stepped inside and spent over an hour listening to Ward Halls life story.
Born in Nebraska, he got his first job with the circus at 13. He learned "by pain and error" to be a fire-eater in a sideshow. He’s been with sideshows ever since, and owned the World of Wonders with his partner, Chris Christ, for 40 years.
Christ was the hard-bitten man in Saranacs picture and I found out why he looked that way. Hall and Christ had both retired but went back on the road this year to repay a debt, Hall said.
"My partner don’t like it. I like it," said Hall.
Hall, who is 75, went on, "It will take us 25 years to get out of debt again, so, when I’m 100, I’ll retire for good."
I began to think of Hall as a latter-day Mark Twain, who had himself donned a white suit and gone on the lecture circuit in his old age to pay back a debt.
But still, when I got back to the news office, I spent hours checking facts. After all, it was Halls life-long job to talk people into believing the unbelievable.
Yes, his show had been at the Smithsonian Institute in recent years, as he’d said. And, yes, he had performed at Carnegie Hall on April 22, 1994 with well-known blues singers. The obituary of one of them described Hall as the "ringmaster" at that show.
Hall described "Circus Blues" this way: "They had four black people, very old, all of them born into poverty in the South. One of them was blind. They had picked cotton in the fields where they would sing...It kept their mind off the pain...They left home, each of them, to join a carnival or a circus."
Some progress has been made, I thought, although we need more. While minstrel shows might once have offered an escape from the confines of crushing poverty and racism, those singers who have made it now perform at Carnegie Hall, and minstrel shows are a thing of the past.
Another important fact checked out, too: The community that Hall had described, where he lives now, in Gibsonton, Florida, on the banks of the Alafia River, is real. He had told me how it was founded by Al Tomaini, a giant, and his wife, Jeanie, whom Hall described as "a half-lady, cut right through the waist."
I found poignant pieces on-line written by the Tomainis’ daughter, Judy Tomaini Rock. She is proud that her grandson, Alex Zander, is following herself and her parents "into the business."
Her mother, born with Amniotic Bands Syndrome, had no legs, not even stumps, Rock writes. She describes how a neighbor asked the girl’s mother what she thought when she first saw "that baby."
"The answer her mother gave," Rock writes, "was the one thing that would always be with her, and helped to shape her entire life: ‘That is the cutest baby I have ever seen.’"
It was family love that sustained her through difficult years and that again brought her joy after her marriage as she raised her own children.
She met the man who would become her husband 8 foot, 4 inch Al Tomaini when they were both in the same sideshow. Together they built a restaurant and campground called Giants Camp in Gibsonton.
"Others came and their people came with them," said Hall. "It became known as a sideshow town. Even the United States Post Office there built a special low desk for the little people."
Hall described the people he called "human oddities" in blunt terms: the Seal Boy, whose hands grew from his shoulders; the Ossified Woman, who was turning to stone; the Lobster Boy, whose hands were shaped like lobster claws.
As I recoiled, he described people who took pride in their work, were paid good money, and shared a sense of community in traveling and living together.
One fact that didnt cheek out was Halls claim that the dwarf whose stage name is Poobah had been a munchkin in The Wizard of Oz. A list of even the uncredited actors in that 1939 film didnt include his name Norbert Terhurne.
Terhurne himself told me he played a lollipop in Oz.
What was genuine, though, was the affection between the two old friends. Hall said he met Terhurne his friends call him Pete when Terhurne was a young man. Halls show came to Terhurnes hometown, Breckenridge, Minn. Terhurne wanted to join the show and so was dressed as a clown to collect tickets. The townsfolk recognized him despite the costume.
He stayed with the show and has worked for Hall ever since for 52 years. He shares a trailer with Hall on the road and a home with him in Gibsonton, Fla. in the off season.
The "new talent" with the show are kids looking for a year or two of adventure, says Hall. They create their own oddities one puts hooks in his eyes from which he hangs weights. They are, for the most part, college graduates who move on to other lives.
But for the old-timers, like Terhurne, the sideshow was their life both their livelihood and their community.
In the best of all worlds, people would be accepted for who they are, not judged by how they look. But for now, in the World of Wonders, it looks like Terhurne has a life that satisfies him, and Hall is a large part of that.
"I never missed having a family," Hall told me when I asked him about it. "I have been surrounded by people I care about the human oddities. We all became very close, like a family."
What is family after all" It is made up of the people for whom we most care and who care about us in return; family is what sustains us and defines us. Family is where we belong.
Judy Rock is proud of her sideshow heritage the parents who nurtured her and in whose footsteps her grandson is following just as I am proud of my daughter who takes photographs for the newspaper I edit.
"Little Pete lives in here with me," said Hall as he sat at the kitchen table of his small trailer.
I said good-bye and entered the rush and dazzle of the midway. I had a shouted conversation with Terhurne who stood on the bally. I shook his hand and left, feeling I had a truer picture.
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