Funtown and The Great Southeastern Fair

The Funtown amusement park was part of my childhood though so it was with many of the children living near Stewart Avenue and surrounding environs, much of which had been newly developed to accommodate rapidly growing baby boomer families. My Father had quick and easy access to the “Old” Atlanta Airport for his sales job. My Grandmother lived next to Perkerson Park and could easily reach her job at Fort McPherson in East Point. My Great Grandmother worked at the Nabisco factory in West End where the pleasant smells from the factory would hang over Sylvan Hills.  My Father told me that a big part of the reason he picked Southwest Atlanta was for it’s proximity to the Airport and Downtown Atlanta either of which we could reach in minutes. Atlanta traffic jams were then a rare occurrence. We didn’t live very far away from Funtown and my Grandmother lived even closer. One could easily walk from her duplex on Cahoon St. down to Casplan which met Stewart Avenue. At one time there was a franchise of the now defunct “Lums” restaurant located at this intersection.

Funtown was an amusement park setup with a number of basic rides along with abundant amounts of carnival munchies such as cotton candy, peanut brittle, and candied apples. Their Roller Coaster was “The Wild Mouse” that was fairly tame even by standards of that time. Situated next to Funtown was a “Goofy Golf” putting course that was a source of amazement for me and my Brother who tried to navigate the twists and turns of various holes. On the other side of Funtown was the “72 Lanes” Bowling alley that included a skating rink in the back devoted to amusement and diversion for the children and teenagers of the area. At the Bowling Alley there was some serious area league action there during the week that attracted big name bowlers. I’m told that the land on which the Bowling Alley was erected ,as well as portions of FunTown, was once a large garbage dump although I haven’t been able to confirm that. In any case when viewed from a modern perspective the location of Funtown seems a bit odd though at the time travelers still used Highway 41 / Stewart Avenue as a route to Florida, which is also why the avenue featured plenty of motels such as The Alamo Plaza and The Old South. So given the flow of interstate travelers and the temperate Atlanta climate it made financial sense to offer family friendly roadside attractions and affordable overnight lodging.

Slot Cars – The kids loved racing them and adults loved betting on the outcome. Fun for All !

It’s worth mentioning that across the street was a slot car racing center, (I doubt anyone under 50 would remember those), where hobbyists would showcase their “souped up” slot cars and expert racing skill. The location also hosted a “Shakey’s Pizza” parlor and much later the infamous “Purple Onion” strip club. Slot cars were motorized miniature replicas of popular racing vehicles. They had two metal brush strips under the front section that made contact with the grooves/slots in the track, which was responsible for conducting electrical power to the tiny  yet powerful motor within the car. Power to the car was metered by a hand held controller which took considerable effort to get used to. While most people focused their energies on making their car look good it was quite a challenge to run your car around the track without “flipping it” over the side of a narrow turn. Some of the tracks were quite elaborate and they usually had “training tracks” for the novice in order to avoid irritating the veteran slot car racers who had something to prove.  Observers would bet serious money on racing outcomes though it was technically not allowed. So if you weren’t a seasoned racer then you had to race on the “kid’s track”. There was also a slot car shop on Sylvan Road in the same lot as Hays and Weldon pharmacy.

Funtown was, well, fun, but each Fall there was serious competition coming from the nearby Great Southeastern Fair, which operated on a much grander scale. It offered a “midway” with far cooler rides, wild “freak shows”, and various “games of skill” that we failed to realize were rigged against the player. Their Roller Coaster was “The Greyhound” which was faster and scarier than Funtown’s “Wild Mouse”. The names alone tell the story. And there was also nightly fireworks and The Hurricane Hell Drivers who accomplished amazing automobile stunts at Lakewood race track. So once we had a taste of The Fair it became increasingly difficult to get excited about Funtown although the Fair was only once a year so there wasn’t much competition. The teachers at nearby Sylvan, Perkerson, and Hutchinson schools didn’t much care for The Fair because as the opening day approached us kids lost focus in anticipation. It didn’t help that The Fair organizers supplied free admission tickets to the schools to be distributed to the student body.

I don’t sing off key, baby, and if you are going to pass on rumors about me at least get’em right ! Thank you very much…….

I  enjoyed talking to the edgy carny types who would entertain us with stories of “world travels” and romantic conquests in exotic locations. If you slipped them a couple of bucks they would let you view the “peep shows” (they were a total letdown). Unfortunately the carnies could sometimes cross the line especially with women. As an example one year my Mother and her friend Barbara took myself and a school mate to the Fair. After having just checked out the “world’s largest rat” exhibit we sat down at one of the food tables to “cool our dogs” (southern speak for resting one’s feet). One of the greasy carnies, seeing two attractive women without adult male company, decided to try his luck. He was completely transparent though probably couldn’t be any other way since his work schedule put him in different cities every ten days. Still, he had no pickup game at all and, as the desperate will always do, went straight to his strongest material – or so he thought.

Leaning in closely, his blood shot eyes shifted from side to side as if about to disclose the identity of JFK’s “real” assassin and croaked, “I have it on good authority that Elvis is a homosexual” though his choice of words wasn’t as diplomatic. The statement hung thick in the air as did the smell of stale tobacco and discount whiskey. Now this was really dangerous information – not because it had any credibility just that there were plenty of people, women included, who would brutally assault anyone challenging The King in anyway at all let alone his sexuality. I once saw a guy get slapped off a bar stool for merely suggesting that Elvis had sung off key in a televised performance. My Mother , being completely unimpressed with this information stood up and said, “Okay then, time to go boys”. The carny couldn’t let it go, “Yea, why do you think he is friends with Jim Nabors” ? So then I wanted to jump in and correct him on that score as everyone knew that the real rumor was that Jim Nabors was supposedly very close with Rock Hudson – not Elvis. But mom hustled us out of there out of there towards the “Tilt-A-Whirl” ride which was temporarily out of service pending vomit cleanup what with centrifugal force sometimes having a bad effect on the stomachs of those binging on cotton candy, corn dogs, popcorn, and coke.

Being quite young at the time I was only vaguely aware of the changing racial landscape in the city of Atlanta and the Country but soon realized that something much larger was brewing with the emerging Civil Rights movement being spearheaded by a local preacher named Martin Luther King. In parallel we also heard talk at school (nearby Perkerson Elementary) of the hardcore stance assumed by Funtown’s owner who objected to the idea of allowing equal access to his facility. It all became clear to me one Fall at The Southeastern Fair when my Father recognized Braves Outfielder, (and Atlanta native), Mack Jones. My Father asked him for an autograph which he was happy to provide what with the Braves being brand new. Part of their exchange involved some discussion about how odd it was that he could be giving out autographs at The Fair though he would not be welcome at Funtown – even in the parking lot ! I do know that my family and many others stopped going to Funtown over this issue though I also believe that the writing was on the wall for Funtown once confirmation was received that Six Flags Over Georgia would be moving to town. The arrival and subsequent massive success of Six Flags basically obsoleted Funtown and later The Southeastern Fair.

While Funtown closed in the 60s (66 I believe) the 72 Lanes Bowling Alley and the skating rink (imaginatively named “Atlanta Skating Rink) persisted as going business concerns though the space once occupied by Funtown and Goofy Golf began it’s mutation into a set of urban ruins as left-behind parts of rides and jagged rusting signage were overtaken by growing kudzu vines. That process took a while and by the mid 80s it was wildly overgrown and largely ignored. I still drove by there frequently on my way downtown though as they say “familiarity breeds contempt” so I rarely paid any attention to it. In general it became easy to ignore as other parts of Stewart Avenue followed suit. The number of abandoned lots increased as once reputable businesses like Holton Dodge and Carusos restaurant departed for better territory.  It’s odd to consider that the once family friendly Alamo Plaza Motel with it’s well attended Friday Night Catfish Dinner turned into one of the most notorious “No Tell Motels” in the region. The slot car racing shop turned into a Shakey’s Pizza and later a Steak house before becoming the infamous Purple Onion strip bar, which I will cover in another post. UPDATE: I ran across this link from the AJC about an activist group’s efforts to provide micro housing to homeless people some of whom were inhabiting the old Funtown space in 2002.   © 2016 The Stewart Avenue Kid


14 responses

  1. I just love the way you write — part humor, part editorial, and part nostalgia.
    I don’t think I went to Funtown that many times — we were intentional with money in my family and very little went to amusement. 🙂 My one memory from Funtown was the Satellite, it might have been called, which worked off centrifugal force. My brother and I and two other people were riding it that day, so the operator put us on one side in those cages with the strap and two other guys on the other side. Once the ride was in its full spin and we were swirling around first up then down, one of the guys on the other side spit into the when they were at the top of the ride and when the ride came down, his spit hit him on his forehead. My brother and I still laugh about that…

    I did go the bowling alley and the skating rink — “Play that Funky Music, White Boy” was on that playiist that blasted that place…

    The Southeastern Fair has many memories for me too — I don’t think I ever rode the roller coaster, it was a rickety mess even then — and maybe I was too young, but I remember fondly the Ferris wheel which when you were at the top — you could easily see the lights of downtown. I also believe that the Army Rangers set up a static line jump near the parking lot. I adored it.

    I could go on and on. Thanks for stirring up memories.


    1. Thanks ! I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’ll be moving on to some more Southside topics soon and I’m sure you will be able to relate to those too !


    2. Harriet, I don’t know if you are subscribed or not so apologies if this is redundant information – I just posted a new article on the Stewart Lakewood Library Branch that recently closed. I’m sure you knew it well.


  2. Love your blog. I grew up in Ben Hill and moved to Springdale Circle in the early 80’s. I was in the shadow of LCM. What was the name of that Chinese restaurant that was on the corner of Stewart and Cleveland? They had a pretty good almond chicken.


    1. Springdale Circle ? I must know you as I lived on Springdale Circle. The Chinese restaurant was named “Jade Buddah”.


  3. I used to grocery shop that the Kroger on Stewart at Langston. There was a steak house a little below it, Western Sizzling maybe, I used to frequent. Funtown had been closed for a while, but all those concrete animals were still standing and I always meant to get over there and make some photos, but never did. I met the guy, I think his name was Buddy Farnan, that owned Funtown a few times. He did magic shows at kids birthday parties and such. I always heard the Six Flags was largely responsible for the demise of Funtown, but I think it was other reasons.


    1. The Steakhouse across the street from Kroger (and a little down from it) was the J Bar D Steak Ranch. It went out of business after which the La Fiesta Mexican restaurant moved into it.


  4. Your blog has got me all nostalgic. I found these pictures of Funtown on the AJC site.
    Peaches had a record store at Cleveland and Stewart for a while, it went under. In the mid 70’s Pogo’s disco went in the same building I think. I never got the hang of disco and preferred the Stone Pony on Old National and Modine’s in the Scott Hudgen’s building.


    1. Actually Pogos was across the street from Peaches. Pogos didn’t experience the success of its northside counterpart and eventually it turned into the Goldrush Show Bar. Also there was a bar next to Peaches called “LP Pips” or “IP Pips” (I can’t remember which) that tried to be a little upscale relative to the other area bars. Of course Pips was basically right across the street from the Crystal Palace so it wasn’t uncommon for us to finish the night (and I mean the whole night) there.


  5. I stumbled onto your blog while looking for Nally Chevrolet in the 70s. We lived on Estes St and my sister and I went to Perkerson Elementary. We later moved to Ben Hill.i can remember to skating around the rink at The Atlanta Skating Rink and attempting to bowl at the bowling alley at the same place. Funtown had already closed by then. Your blog sure brings back many memories. Oh I can also remember having pizza at Shakey’s and I remember Lums. Wow, memories from a lifetime ago. Thanks for the stroll down memory lane.


    1. Hi Sandra, Glad you enjoyed it. Lums also had a location not far from Estes in the V shaped area that contained Hays and Weldon pharmacy. This was across the street from Burger King on Sylvan Rd. of course. Perkerson was fun. Some of those teachers were ancient – Mrs Gibson, Mrs. King, Mrs. Smith (The kindergarten teacher) just to name a few. Mrs Phillips was the principal and then a guy named Mr. Walls came in (I think). Every May we had that festival where we would dance around the May Pole.


  6. hello
    Stevie i enjoyed scanning over your blog about stewart ave. While i lived over near the Fed Pen i lived on The avenue when i could. I dont know if i knew sandra but i skated every weekend at Atlanta skating center from probably mid sixties to early seventies. first session was 75 cents plus skate rental , late session was extra 50 cents. High schools had their own bowling teams and we had tournaments at 72 lanes. Putt putt and funtown were part of my childhood. I had brothers 6 and 11 years older and i tagged along with them . i remember one night at Funtown “paul revere and the raiders” were there , i didnt care i wanted to ride the wild mouse. I also had a slot car , i remember some old guy that worked for the phone company would “rewind ” your motor for 3 dollars to make it faster , but the best motor was called the Globe it was 15 dollars back then. i lived in the area till i was in my 30s (mid 80s) so i got more stories to tell . last thing i went to Fulton i guess for you it was Sylvan ?


    1. Near the Pen ? So you knew Charlie’s Trading Post and Harold’s Barbecue then ? Yea the good slot car motors were around $15. Way out of my league. I had a basic car that ran okay and my parents told me I was on my own if I wanted to soup it up. At the time I knew very little about electronics though I started learning from other guys who would talk about motors and contact strips and lightweight bodies on the cars. I wasn’t as obsessed as most but I soon realized that some of those guys were betting on their races – some of the adults certainly were too. So for them it was worth it to customize the car to the hilt. I was never a threat to anyone as I was an average racer but I had fun.


  7. Barry P, I don’t recall anyone by that name, but that was a lifetime ago. I love reading this blog because it does evoke so many memories of my childhood. Good job Stevie P, thanks!


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