I took the liberty of setting you up on a blind date. I know we have never met before, and while I probably am not the best judge of what type of women you are into, I think this one is right up your side street. I can imagine how you would react to having a serious relationship with someone born over a hundred years ago. Always remember that with age comes worldly experience. She is quite spry and fresh for her advanced age and simply radiates character.
She is quite tall. Most people would have reluctant feelings about dating someone 60 feet taller than they are. Please take into consideration that she comes from a very well to do family and is currently living on a beautiful plot of beach in the city of Margate, New Jersey. It is a lovely section of land complete with wrought iron fence.
I understand that you may have reservations about her height, and have to admit that there are other shocking dimensions about her. Her ears, as it turns out, are in their own right quite prodigious. Several people that I must admit are much more intelligent than I am have estimated that each would weight in the neighborhood of 2,000 pounds. In all fairness to this lady, you hardly notice them next to her gigantic head, itself measuring some 48 feet in circumference. Rest assured, however, that she is quite well connected in society. She has been host to United States Presidents and innovators of industry, who all spoke fondly of her.
I am sure you have noticed some alarming numbers up until this point. She is a big gal; there is no point in denying it. As you have read this far, I assume that you would not mind me mentioning just two more items that many of the more shallow people in the world these days would be unable to overlook. Her height and ear size make for a frame that can be seen clearly from space with the proper satellite technology. Also there is the matter of her tusks. I ask you simply to look once into her beautiful eyes and I guarantee you will fall in love with her, just as I did.
Her name is Lucy. Did I mention that she is an elephant?
James Vincent de Paul Lafferty, Jr. wanted to attract buyers to his plots in then named South Atlantic City. At the time, the only buildings were a handful of fishing huts. By the end of 1881, however, there was a new inhabitant of South Atlantic City. She was a 65-foot tall elephant-shaped building, complete with observation howdah perched on her back. Lafferty was so taken with the elephant that he applied for and received patent from the U.S. Government.
Lucy was the first of three elephant-buildings designed by James Lafferty. Her sisters, the Light of Asia of South Cape May and Elephantine Colossus of Coney Island, were both built three years later in 1884. Only Lucy remains. Elephantine Colossus, the largest at a whopping 122 feet tall, caught fire and burned to the ground in 1896. The smallest of the three behemoths, the Light of Asia deteriorated beyond repair, and the owners purposely torched her in 1900. Maybe it was blind luck, but in my heart, I think it was because Lucy was made of something stronger.
By 1887, Lafferty was looking to rid himself of his Jersey Shore land. Lucy found a new owner in Anton Gertzen. From there, Lucy was passed down the Gertzen line, surviving a short stint as a tavern and several violent storms, including a 1944 hurricane that destroyed almost everything else on the New Jersey coastline. After almost 90 years in the Gertzen family, Lucy was donated to Margate due in large part to the work of the Margate Civic Association. Despite legal red tape and a variety of odd obstacles, Lucy was moved in 1970 to her present location two blocks south of the original and heavy restoration began.
I first went to meet this lovely lady fully expecting leave shaking my head, overwhelmed with a sense of tackiness. Lucy was, for me, the first planned stop on a trip that would take me from my home in Ohio, to Atlantic City, and then all the way down the eastern coast to Charleston, South Carolina. I had learned about her on accident. While searching for fun and strange stops along the way, I came across her web site. I mentioned to my traveling companion that it would be a laugh to stop and see. I fully expected to leave disappointed, having built up in my mind what I expected to be the end all-be all of roadside attractions.
As we grew closer and road weariness began to set in, I found myself calling out the big girl's name. A bizarre excitement poured over me. While I did not want to admit it at the time, I felt as if I was at the edge of a life changing experience. I was not prepared for what I felt when the light reflecting off her tin skin entered my eyes and burned onto my retinas, a sensation only slightly marred by the fact that the first view was of her cumbersome backside.
