My father passed away on September 29th. I am writing this in micechat because I would like to honor the man who taught me to love Disneyland.
Growing up in San Francisco, Disneyland was a magical place to visit for me.
It was a treat to be able to visit Disneyland twice a year because I knew I would be able to spend quality time with my dad. In the long ago days before annual pass, space mountain, splash mountain and winnie the pooh rides, the park was very special and magical. We would begin every visit to the Riverbelle with Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes with a cute cherry nose and powder sugar. Our first ride was always the Pirates of the Carribean. In the quiet darkness, we would watch the laterns in the restaurant by the river and slowly listen to the deep voice of the pirate skeleton greeting us before the drop. Pirates chased the women then. The Haunted Mansion followed where I spent a good deal of the time with my eyes closed and face pressed against my father's chest.
Next, we gather as a family to make important decisions. Which tickets were we going to use for which ride? Lets go to Adventures in Space! No. Lets go to the People Movers. Wait! We haven't seen It's a Small World yet. Yes, folks. Once upon a time in Disneyland, families had to carefully select which rides we could go on because there were only so many E tickets. Lunch time was always at the Mexican restaurant near the train rides. We loved listening the the sounds and voices emitting from the mock buildings near the train ride. Once a year, everyone would get a fancy hat. My favorite was a Donald Duck hat with a bill that if you squeezed it it quacked. If it was a hot summer day, we would purchase Welch's grape popsicles and sit inside the Cinema and watch Mickey Mouse cartoons. Later, we would take the skyway across the park to look for mermaids in the lagoon. In tomorrow land, we would watch the American movie in the circle theatre and later talk with Goofy, Mickey and Minnie on telephones on the wall. As the evening came to a close, we would watch the fireworks show in the air followed by my favorite experience, Tinkerbell flying through the air from the matterhorn. We paid our respects to Mr. Lincoln before exiting the gates. And of course, last minute begging at the stands for more souvenirs.
Thank you folks for today. I really took a lovely trip down memory lane through your many wonderful threads and posts. It has made my mourning period less painful. Hugs to all.