It was made by the Baden company, and it was at the Pavilion for as long as I can remember. I loved the mechanics of it, and my parents tell me even as a little girl I would sit for hours and watch it. I would remark on how it had changed over the years (the little arms and legs of the cherubs were in terrible shape. It was like watching broken egg shells at times).

I think (believe) that I must remember them from a past life, because I was so enamoured of them and my folks tell me I was since before I have living memory. They can be awfully raucous, and this one doesn't sound as good as it should, but I'm just thankful they preserved it. The Pavilion had been a landmark of Myrtle Beach for almost one hundred years, and they unceremoniously tore it down one summer in the name of progress. There is a vacant lot there now, and sadly, our memories of it mean nothing to those who weren't there to see it in its heyday.