When I was a kid, I used to stay at my maternal grandparents’ house relatively often. They had many books, and there being little else of entertainment for a young geek-in-training in their mining village, I would while away the time reading. I forget the name now, but one book was about the circus. I was reading this in the early ’70s I’d guess, and it was probably from the late 40′s-early 50′s. Anyway, I distinctly remember images of harlequins which seemed a bit, well, weird!
I recently came across a posting on We Heart Vintage with images of 1950s circus folk. This reminded me instantly of why I’ve always found clowns down-right creepy.
If by some small chance that’s your granddad, dear reader… I assure you it’s nothing personal.