'Gibtown' Tries To Keep Curtain From Falling On Its Carny Past

Donna Koehn

Tampa Tribune

Published: April 2, 2009

GIBSONTON - Even, say, a generation ago, a hapless visitor taking the U.S. 41 bridge over the Alafia River south into Gibsonton might wonder where the tornado went that dumped him in Oz.

The first thing he would see is the red neon CHICKEN sign, beckoning the hungry to the Giant's Camp diner. Inside, he might catch the giant, Al Tomaini (8 feet, 4 inches), placing his fussing wife, Jeanie the Half Girl (without legs, at 2 feet, 6 inches) high on a shelf where she couldn't get down.

It was a gag that never grew old for the gang. Better if there was a stranger to shock.

Melvin Burkhart, the Human Blockhead, might shove spikes up his nose over breakfast.

Percilla the Monkey Girl, covered in fur, and her husband, the thick-skinned Alligator Man, might stop by for a bite, while Bea Fee and Garland Parnell fed something to their crew, who were, well, real monkeys.

Gossip might turn to the randy Lobster Boy, killed by a hit man hired by his abused wife.

You could pick up some Ruskin tomatoes from the fruit stand operated by the Siamese twins. And what would Oz be without the dwarves, who had their own low counter in the post office.

Today, that traveler wouldn't see so much.

Last year, the Giant's Camp — once the social center of town with its diner, 12 mobile homes, bait house, 15 wooden cabins, TV repair shop, boat slips and 30 green rowboats — was torn down.

The Tomainis, Burkhart, Percilla and her husband, and the monkey-loving Bea and Garland — all dead.

"Gibtown," colonized in the 1940s by carnival workers and freak-show stars, slowly is going that way, too.

It's still the winter home of those who run the traveling amusement parks that show up in dusty country towns, Wal-Mart parking lots and giant state fairs. Drive on its back streets and you'll still see carnival rides in backyards, cotton candy kiosks and a performing elephant or tiger or two.

But the business just isn't what it used to be.

"It's a sign of the times," says David Starkey, who co-owns the traveling Myers International Midway, home of such stomach-churners as the Yo-Yo, the Orbiters and Slime Buckets. "Kids didn't have video games when we were kids. We had to find our fun outside. Now, to get a kid to go to the state fair for four or five hours out in the sun — people just aren't in that frame of mind anymore."

Starkey grew up in the amorphous Gibtown, which includes a chunk of Gibsonton and bits of Riverview. His parents owned Starkey's Lounge, once a popular bar on U.S. 41. He spent his childhood counting peanuts for a monkey show and scrubbing the algae-slick flamingo pond next door, the home of monkeys, a python, lions, alligators and other animals in a Jungle Land extravaganza.

Perhaps the only freak-show star left is Pete Terhune, known as Poobah the Fire-Eating Dwarf, who still tours at age 80. Terhune, his voice like rubber tires on gravel, shuns attention when he's not on stage. Even when he ran for honorary mayor of Gibsonton last year, he had someone else do the talking for him.

Other freaks aren't stepping up to take their places. Political correctness teaches it's not nice to stare, and besides, you can see the world's largest man and a family of dwarves on cable TV. For someone covered in tattoos or piercings, go to the mall. Better prenatal care, genetic counseling, corrective surgeries and amniocentesis have contributed to the decline.

A Dying Way Of Life

Joseph "Jody" Hilton, a former animal trainer, trapeze artist and girls show manager, remembers living in the Giant's Camp and meeting up with buddies out back.

"It hurt me when they tore down the restaurant," he says. "Everything's gone. You go back and think what it used to be. There wasn't no one besides us. Now we got a lot of outsiders here."

The carnival workers had an easy truce with the farmers, about the only other people who shared that part of the county. Otherwise, the Gibtown folk, a close-knit group, liked to keep to themselves.

The Tomainis first visited in 1936 and fell in love with the area's remote charm. In 1941, they bought the 3 1/2-acre site on a little inlet of the Alafia River covered with Australian pines and palmetto. Al Tomaini became the city's first fire chief and civic leader. Soon, carnival workers, freaks, strippers, drag queens, fire eaters, spike pounders and others ostracized from society followed, attracted to a place where no one gave them a second glance.

"It was the wild wild west out here for a while," says Richard Bennett, a Brandon broker and land-use consultant.

In the 1970s, Hillsborough County became the only place in the nation to grant its citizens a special zoning use — Residential Show Business. RSB allowed the carny folk to keep their rides, travel trailers, games, concessions and animals at home from November to March, when they once again hit the road.

The explosive growth in south county took awhile to reach Gibtown. Despite its scenic spot along the coastline, two ugly bookends helped shelter residents from intrusive subdivisions: the phosphate mountains of Mosaic Inc. to the north and the stacks of Tampa Electric's Big Bend power plant to the south.

Nevertheless, the building boom of the 1990s and early 2000s saw nearby farmers selling to developers. Although some of the planned subdivisions since have withered because of the housing bust, hopes run high that they will be revived when the economic climate improves.

The county, meanwhile, is casting a discerning eye on carnytown. Its rusty mobile homes, garish rides in need of ear-splitting repairs and potentially dangerous animals aren't everyone's idea of the ideal suburban neighbor.

So the carnival workers, most of them members of the Riverview-based International Independent Showmen's Association, are keeping a close watch on an upcoming zoning case.

Arnold Amusements Inc., a huge traveling carnival, was cited by county code enforcement for failing to have the RSB designation. Manager Joey Even says the family has been there 25 years, not realizing they came two years too late to be grandfathered in. The county says it doesn't fit in with surrounding land uses, although the site is in the heart of Gibtown.

On April 13, the showmen's association plans to pack the zoning hearing master meeting with Gibtown residents and petitions from those on the road. If that doesn't work, says Bennett, who is working with them, they will forge ahead to the county commission.

Starkey, the midway co-owner, fears the county wants to get rid of them all.

"If this can happen to the Arnolds, it can happen to any of us," he says.

Even says he understands that people moving into new subdivisions in south county might be shocked come winter, when the show people return. Some of the newcomers already avoid the U.S. 41 corridor and the iconic Showtown Bar & Grill after dark.

"Maybe they look out at us and say, 'Eek!' But we're really not a bunch of gypsies and thieves. We pay our taxes. We shop here and spend lots of money here. These are our families' homes."

Preserving The Past

Before the carny life slips away forever, some are working to preserve it as an important part of history — not just of south county, but of the United States. In the 1920s and 1930s, more than 100 sideshows toured the country. Cheap admission gave Depression-era families a bit of needed entertainment.

The University of South Florida is working with the showmen's association to create a photographic archive of the nation's carnivals. More than 200 photos have been saved online, and hundreds more await identification.

Additionally, the showmen's group hopes to finish a museum across the street from its sprawling property on Riverview Drive. The building, just a shell now, can accommodate its Ferris wheel dating from the late 1800s. A makeshift building nearby is crammed with artifacts, including monkey racing cars from the turn of the 20th century, a 1940s bean-bag toss featuring the faces of Hitler and Mussolini, and game prizes popular throughout decades on the midway.

There's even a travel trailer filled with costumes, programs and sets from a girls show — every piece intact and waiting for display.

Frequently, people bring in artifacts priceless to Chuck Mayo, a former carnival glass blower who volunteers with the photo project and museum.

"A woman who was maybe 80 just brought by two tiny top hats, canes and costumes that belonged to her father when he was a little boy in his vaudeville act," he says.

The tricky part is finding the money — more than $1 million for the museum alone.

Concerned Citizens of Gibsonton, consisting of carnival workers and other history-minded residents, also is working to erect a memorial at the site of the Giant's Camp. Mosaic, the fertilizer company that bought the property, has agreed to set aside green space. A sculptor is ready to rebuild a giant boot that was a camp landmark.

"People keep asking what happened to the boot," says Athena Philips, a member of Concerned Citizens who traveled the carny circuit with her family as a child. "It got into an accident going down 41 and pretty much fell apart. But all these people felt a connection with the boot."

Philips, who began as a child juggler, did acrobatic stunts on a bicycle and helped her mother with a live wolf show, says a granite tower would include information about the history of the place. The group also plans to renovate one of the wooden cabins remaining on the site and display a slab of concrete with one of Al Tomaini's footprints. Again, the holdup is cash. The group needs $10,000.

Helping Their Own

Most carnies aren't rich. Few paid into Social Security during their working days, and retirement brings its own concerns.

To help out, the showmen's association created a small retirement village on its property, charging aging residents 10 percent of their income.

Betty Midkiff, who once worked concessions, lives in an apartment there with her French poodle, Baby. Her place is decorated with clown portraits and poodle statues.

"It's really nice here," says Midkiff, 80, who lived in a nearby mobile home park for 35 years. "We help each other out."

The showmen's association also provides college scholarships for children of carnival workers.

"A lot of people want to go to college now," Philips says. "A lot of people have moved away."

For those who stay forever, the carnies have a home for them, too.

The final road trip takes them either to U.S. 301 in Thonotosassa or North Boulevard in Tampa, where two cemeteries have been set aside just for them.

Paul Jeonnotte is the volunteer president of both places. One is run by the Gibtown showmen's group, the other by the Greater Tampa Showmen's Association.

"I'm the president of the dead people," deadpans Jeonnotte. "But none of my people complain."

Many of the graves and mausoleum slots at the Tampa site, which features a large elephant marker, are filled with circus people and adorned with flowers in riotous colors. The cemetery was created in 1950 and has many of Tampa's elite circus performers, such as the Zucchinis and Sedlmayrs, resting there.

Jeonnotte has his spot picked at out the Garden of Memories in Thonotosassa.

Every November, carnies gather there to tend to the graves. The site is a little less neatly plotted, but has character. Among the dead are carnies, their families, even the former owners of the Showtown Bar.

"We even have Grady Stiles, the Lobster Boy," says Jeonnotte, with an eye roll. "Even though he was a little devil, we still take care of him. Everybody is equal here."

Jeonnotte buys silk flowers, arranging and selling them to raise money for cemetery upkeep and markers for carnies who die penniless. If no one buys, he puts the baskets on lonely graves.

"It's sad, because some of them have nobody," he says. "But I make sure everybody gets flowers."

Jeonnotte, who knows the back story of just about everyone resting there, visits at least once a week to make sure everything is tidy. At 65, he still spends a few weeks in the summer touring with his games and concessions.

No one knows how much history has been lost in this Garden of Memories.

"To see all these names of people I know, gets a little sad, especially as I get older," he says. "There's so many names that are close to me. But we are a tight family.

He hasn't put his name on his mausoleum slot yet. With no children, he plans to donate most of whatever he has left to this peaceful little place in Thonotosassa.

"For so many of us," he says, "this is our extended family now."

From Denmark

Last updated : 22. May 2009

22 May 2009

The Danish circus world's grand old lady, Nelly Jane Benneweis, passed away on 21 May 2009, aged 74.

"Ladies and gentleman, children and adults, dear circus friends!”. That is how an entire generation of Danes remember that Nelly Jane Benneweis as ringmistress in Circus Benneweis welcomed the audience.

But now it is over. On Ascension Day, the 21 May in the evening Nelly Jane passed away after some months of serious illness. She could have celebrated her 75 years birthday on 15 June.

Nelly Jane was born in Bronshoj, a Copenhagen suburb, where her father was a master cabinetmaker and the father, mother, elder sister and Annette Otto Jensen (which is Nelly’s Christian name) lived in a house. Her father's pet name for Annette was Nellygirl. That’s why she chose the artist name Nelly Jane.

Nelly’s mother sent her to a dance institute where she was trained in classical ballet. After she finished school in 1951 she was offered a job as dancer at the Copenhagen Variety Theatre Lorry. Following this she travelled for several years all over Europe (especially in Germany) working as ballet dancer at cabarets and variety theatres. She toured with the Viko Torriani ballet, the Hoffmeister ballet and the Heinz Erhardt ballet and several other companies. She designed her own costumes and performed first as part of ballet corps, later with two partners and following that as solo dancer.

In 1964, Nelly Jane became compère at the Copenhagen Variety Theatre Lorry. There the Danish circus king Eli Benneweis saw her and offered her the job as ringmistress in Circus Benneweis. Together with her mother Nelly Jane went to Benneweis winter quarter at Dronningmolle and an agreement with Eli Benneweis was signed. Nelly Jane got her début as ringmistress in Hilleroed on 2 April 1971. In 1972, Nelly had the same job in the Swedish Circus Scott and was later the same year with Circus Benneweis when they closed their 1972 season in Copenhagen’s famous Tivoli Gardens. From December 1972 to February 1973 and again from December 1973 to February 1974 Nelly Jane was ring mistress at the English winter Circus Belle Vue in Manchester, where she got the well deserved pet name "Lady of the Ring".

In 1974 Nelly came back to Circus Benneweis where Eli asked her apart from presenting the performance also to be a kind of "hostess" and take care of the press. Nelly Jane’s office was a small office trailer where she discovered some big red boxes. When she opened them, they contained copies of applications to police, local fire authorities, etc., and Nelly realizes that taking care of getting such permissions was part of the job. "That I did not expect," she said to Eli Benneweis. "I knew that - that's why I didn’t tell you," was the circus kings reply.

Nelly Jane got the surname Benneweis when she on 9 April 1977 married Eli Benneweis smaller brother Sonny, who only two years later died from cancer.

Apart from working for Circus Benneweis Nelly Jane got several honorary tasks in the circus world. Among others, she was a member of the jury at the circus festival in Monte Carlo in 1990 and for several years she was a member of the jury at the European Youth Circus Festivals in Wiesbaden, Germany.

Nelly Jane continued as ringmistress for Circus Benneweis until 1994. Most seasons she toured with the tented unit of Circus Benneweis. However, she spent also for four seasons in the Copenhagen Circus Building then run by Eli Benneweis: 1979-1982.

Nelly Jane achieved with her charm and her winning ways an almost incredible popularity.

Up until 2003 Nelly Jane was Circus Benneweis’ press agent and responsible tour planning and authority permissions.

Even since 2003 Nelly Jane assisted Circus Benneweis with a number of tasks.

Also in other areas Nelly Jane remained very active. She was a splendid lecturer telling with enthusiasm of life in and outside of the circus ring. Nelly Jane also resumed a hobby from her youth: she began to paint and created a series of distinguished portraits of many of the white clowns that she had presented through her years as ringmistress. Friends convinced her to exhibit his drawings although Nelly with her usual modesty did not consider the drawing to be anything special. The exhibition showed that Nelly was a very talented painter who certainly could have made a career as such.

Nelly Jane had a special relationship with the Circus Museum at Hvidovre, Copenhagen. For several years she presented the Danish Artists Union as a member of the board of trustees of the museum and she gave much of her circus experience to the museum.

"It is a great and painful loss for me and my family that Nelly has now passed away. All of us in Circus Benneweis will miss her very much,” says Diana Benneweis, the present owner of Circus Benneweis.

Nelly Jane will be sadly missed by everyone who had had the privilege to know her. May she rest in peace.

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Bunny the elephant has died, sanctuary director says

By Rich Davis


Bunny the elephant passed away at 3:30 p.m. Thursday at The Elephant Sanctuary in Hohenwald, Tenn., according to sanctuary founder Carol Buckley.

She will be buried Saturday evening on a hill not far from where the 57-year-old former Evansville zoo pachyderm went to die 12 days earlier, lying down in a narrow valley about three miles from her barn.

“We’ll have a ceremonial fire (near the grave). It’s very much a spiritual journey,” said Buckley, noting a dozen or more sanctuary employees who worked with Bunny will have a chance to be with her one last time.

Buckley said although Bunny died of old age, before the burial a team of veterinarians from the University of Georgia will examine her 7,500-pound body, checking her lungs since elephants who have lived in captivity sometimes develop lung disease.

“People ask if I’m heartbroken,” said Buckley, who came to Evansville in 1999 to take Bunny to the 2,200-acre sanctuary southwest of Nashville. “I am devastated, but I feel great for Bunny. She couldn't have asked for more. She had 10 years of freedom and died with being impacted by some devastating disease.”

Another caregiver was with Bunny when the elephant took two long breaths, closed her eyes and passed.

Buckley and cofounder Scott Blais had been called away to be with Ned, another of the sanctuary’s 17 elephants. Ned had been sick and died this morning, 12 hours after Bunny.

However, Buckley noted Ned had been gravely ill since the federal government confiscated him from his owner six months ago and placed him at the sanctuary.

According to the sanctuary’s Web site (www.elephants.com) Bunny brought joy to those she met and her passing was a poignant, but cherished moment.