NEWS
By NEW YORK TIMES NEWS SERVICE | April 20, 1997
WILDWOOD, N.J. -- The boardwalk was empty. It was sunny, warm, slightly breezy, the kind of day that could turn an up-tight working stiff into Huck Finn. Yet not a soul was visible as far as the eye could see.The pier amusements were idled behind steel gates, the Zoom Phloom and Sea Serpent stopped in their tracks and the gulls off in the distance, by the water's edge of the wide, wide beach. It looked like the ghost of boardwalks past.In the old days on spring afternoons on the boardwalk, the police had to chase away truants playing ball, and couples wrapped in sweaters and each other would stroll the planks until sundown.
NEWS
By Michael Vitez and Michael Vitez,KNIGHT RIDDER/TRIBUNE | May 5, 2002
WILDWOOD, N.J. - They laughed at Ed Hiller. They doubted him. Fake palm trees. Who would want to buy fake palm trees? But Hiller knew. He had faith. "I figured there were other people off the wall like me," he said. "But you don't have to be off the wall anymore." More than 500 plastic palms flutter in the ocean breezes of Wildwood, the plastic palm tree capital of New Jersey, maybe the world. And nearly every one was built and installed by Ed Hiller, palm visionary. Hiller, 66, has leathery hands from a lifetime of manual work, and he doesn't even like the beach.
NEWS
By Liz Atwood and Liz Atwood,liz.atwood@baltsun.com | May 13, 2009
Wooden roller coasters, boardwalk arcades and doo-wop hotels make a stay at the Wildwoods in New Jersey a trip not just three hours away, but one that feels many years back in time. The Wildwoods is three contiguous beaches on the Jersey Shore: the quieter, family-oriented beaches of North Wildwood and Wildwood Crest and the city of Wildwood, with its famed two-mile boardwalk and amusement parks. While each area offers distinct activities and amenities, all three have a retro look and feel.
TRAVEL
By Lane Harvey Brown and Lane Harvey Brown,SUN STAFF | July 30, 2000
Driving into Wildwood, N.J., I had a haunting I-know-this-place feeling, remembering beach vacations of the 1960s. With tiki torches and exotic neon names such as Kona Kai and Hi Lili glowing against the night sky, it's as if Frankie and Annette never left. There's no confusing this resort with Hilton Head or Ocean City. Wildwood is smaller, and its streets are dotted with two-story '50s- and '60s-era motels, vintage vamps with curvy balconies, rickrack rooflines and shapely pools accessorized with plastic palm trees and painted burros.
NEWS
By Jacqueline L. Urgo and Jacqueline L. Urgo,KNIGHT-RIDDER/TRIBUNE | August 17, 2000
WILDWOOD, N.J. -- This beach town of plastic palms, pink flamingos, '50s fins and neon has long been ignored by the bigger tourist crowds headed for historic -- and trendier -- Cape May. But kitsch is now cool. And as the designs of the Fabulous Fifties ease into historic status, a trend is afoot to market Wildwood's odd architectural heritage for all it's worth. There are trolleys bringing tourists from Victorian-era Cape May to have a look at the resort's collection of about 200 mom-and-pop motels, built in the leisure-time-to-spare, car-in-every-driveway exuberance of the postwar mid-20th century.
NEWS
By Abigail Tucker and Abigail Tucker,SUN STAFF | June 23, 2005
WILDWOOD, N.J. - On the boardwalk a few feet behind Ricky Brode loom amusements built for 10-year-old boys: funnel cake stands, the curving spine of a roller coaster, a haunted mansion overrun by the undead. But Ricky is transfixed by the polished stone resting against his right thumb knuckle. Patience, he tells himself: A great mibster can take 30 seconds or more to set up a shot. Finally he flicks the marble across the concrete slab, and as it skitters it spins on its axis, like a tiny world.