Roller Dome South

Roller Dome South
4540 Bluffton Road
Fort Wayne, IN 46809
(260) 747-3919
Photo Credit:
Roller Dome South Web Site

I can't recall exactly, the first time, that I stepped foot into the Roller Dome. I think I was ten or maybe eleven. Growing up on the Southwest side of Fort Wayne, the Roller Dome was like "the" place to go on Fridays and Saturdays. So many times, my sister and I would stand outside, in the freezing weather, waiting in line, just to get in. There was always a crowd. ALWAYS.

The picture above - well - if that's really what it looks like today (from the outside), then it hasn't changed a bit! Just inside the door was a lobby area where you would stand in line to pay admittance. Gosh - $1.25 sounds right - but I could be wrong on that one. It seemed like forever to get up front and pay to get in. I remember staring down at the ugly carpet (I think it was red) and then staring at the information board which was located in the upper left hand corner of the room. It listed open/close time, prices, when the next all night skate was scheduled, etc...

One exciting thing about standing in line (either freezing - outside - or freezing inside the lobby) was that you could hear the music booming from the rink area. The bass on whatever they played - literally - shook the entire building. Today, that might make me afraid :) but back then, it just made me want to skate MORE.

My sister and I didn't own roller skates - we always rented ours. I wore a size 8. The skates were a flat-mud-brown color with black wheels and a black stopper (that thing in the front you were supposed to use when you wanted to stop yourself from skating).

The wood floors upon which you did your skating - they were always clean. Note: this is the mother in me coming out. I never had a fear of tripping over random trash because the general population seemed to be hypersensitive about anything ruining their skating time. You see - the Roller Dome actually limited your skate time. When you purchased a ticked for admittance, it was usually for a two-three hour period of time.

No one "taught" me to roller skate. It was a privilege to just pick it up on my own. I was proud when I mastered (okay - could do) turning corners. Before I could turn corners, I would just drift around them :).

Songs I can remember skating to:

The Rubberband Man - the Spinners
Le Freak - Chic
Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry
Boogie Oogie Oogie - A Taste Of Honey
Brick House - Commodores
Turn The Beat Around - Vicki Sue Robinson
Boogie Fever - The Sylvers
The Candy Man - Sammy Davis, Jr.
Rockin' Robin - Michael Jackson

And THEN - the slow songs. Man! There was a lot of pressure. Would someone ask me to skate? Sometimes it happened. More than not - it didn't. I was a tall, thin, geeky girl with glasses and mousy brown hair.

Three Times A Lady - Commodores
Precious and Few - Climax
Colour My World - Chicago
If You Leave Me Now - Chicago
Beth - Kiss
Let's Stay Together - Al Green

Note: no major girl crushes involved in the roller skating/Roller Dome set of memories. Of course maybe you wouldn't expect a 9/10/11 year old to go there but later on, maybe I'll tell you about Tiena Spears and Bobby Braun (4th grade - "going steady").

So here's a picture of the concession stand. The scary thing is that it looks exactly the same! I don't even think they've rearranged anything.

We were pretty poor so I didn't eat at the concession stand unless I was there for the all-night skate. Then, when you purchased a ticket for admittance, you also received a coupon for a hot dog and a soft drink.

YUM!

There wasn't a lot of trouble at "the Dome". The biggest issues had to do with the d.j. or the "official" floor skaters, busting people for thinks for a moment...what's the words??? Can't find them (definitely a sign of old age), but it was when more than two people were skating in a line and whizzing around the rink. The third person in this skate line always got busted. Getting busted meant you had to sit out for 'x' number of songs.

I was never cool enough to be in a skate line. Even if I was, I probably would have fallen on my butt. All of those people were much better skaters...

My time with "the Dome" was cut short by my parents split.

Introduction

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My name is Kristina Frazier-Henry and I used to be a resident of Fort Wayne, Indiana. I now live in a suburb of Indianapolis and my trips back to the Fort aren't as frequent as they could be.

I had some time off over the holidays and while surfing the net, I came across several older photographs of Fort Wayne (hereinto known as FW cause it's shorter to type). Looking at these photographs reminded me of my childhood and I had this uncontrollable urge to start writing about things.

And so that's why I'm here at the moment. One photograph at a time, I'm going to reflect back on a specific memory. I don't plan on going in any certain order.

Things will just be random.

Sort of like I am in my everyday life.

I guess you can say - document it for all those grandchildren my son will never give me Side note: He is just 13 - there is no hurry!!!

I anticipate that a total of ZERO folks will read this - which almost comforts me to some extent. That will give me the freedom to write with an open heart and open mind. There's much that lingers underneathe this skin of mine. Time to unleash some laughter and once in awhile - some tears.

Gosh! It's like therapy - at a rock bottom price.