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7 July 2005 - 4:17am
We've received a number of emails from people following our Phone Find post the other day.
Here's another clever idea, from Jeffery S. in Crane, Indiana:
I have another that I don't mind you passing along to your youthful guests who may be afraid that their parents may get lost during their visit.
A few years back, when my family made an extended visit to one of your "magical" competitors, we took along one of the one-shot, instant-develop cameras.
Each morning, before leaving the hotel, we'd snap off two pictures of our (then) three-and-a-half year old son in the outfit of the day; one for mom to carry with her, and one for dad. That way, if we ever got lost, all we had to do was show the helpful employees the picture we'd taken, and they'd be able to help us get reunited.
We thankfully never had to use them for that purpose, but at the end of the vacation, we had 10 great little pictures of our son!
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5 July 2005 - 5:16pm
We had to move the fireworks extravaganza up a bit last night due to a highly unusual occurrence -- rain!
I was down by Bahari with Melissa (the editor of the Spencer County Journal-Democrat) and her husband, Mark.
It was almost eerie ... just the three of us down there in the water park. Oh, and Beatles music was still playing in Splashin' Safari. (Although during the fireworks finale, I did my best to "sing" portions of Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture.)
Melissa's quite the photographer:
As the fireworks faded in the night sky, the clouds opened up and soaked us all.
All the way down at Bahari we could hear it. From up in Holiday World, cheers and shouts. Thousands of patriots making a joyful noise.
I hope our friend in Afghanistan could feel it in his heart. As well as all the other servicemen and servicewomen who so selflessly serve our blessed nation.
4 July 2005 - 5:16pm
It's happened to every parent -- you turn around for half a second and your beloved child has disappeared.
Often a quick look around the area and you're reunited. A quick hug, maybe a brief scolding, and your life is back to normal.
But for that moment, your heart stops.
Last fall, we decided our big "let's make it better" project would be Lost Parents (the children always know where they are ... it's the parents who aren't in the right place).
What we came up with is the Phone Find system. So many people carry cell phones nowadays, we thought offering a wristband for children to wear--on which we'd write the family's cell phone number--would work well.
And it does.
(Please note, this doesn't work if you don't actually have your cell phone with you. One dad was all fired up about getting a Phone Find wristband for his little girl ... until it suddenly hit him that his mobile phone was back home.)
Our next challenge was how to spread the word. We could add it to our website and put a blurb on the Show Guide. But how to get it front of everyone's face at a time they might actually read it?
Enter ... Potty Prose!
These stickers are located in the restrooms in areas where reading materials are often appreciated.
Here's a story from our controller, Matt, who has two little girls of his own:
Remembering the many children we have "reunited" with their lost parents, there is usually one that stands out in our minds, that leaves a special feeling in our hearts that lets us know that we have done our proverbial good deed for the day.
For me, it was a five-year-old girl.
This particular little girl was extremely concerned that her parents had left her behind. She thought they hadn't noticed that she was missing and had unknowingly left her at the park.
She was terribly worried, and asked at least 500 times what we were going to do.
She never broke down in tears, but came close, and continued to try to come up with a game plan to handle her abandonment.
I repeatedly assured her that we would indeed find her family, and she would be going home with them that very night. We walked around for quite some time, looking at every possible place that she thought that they might be.
She held my hand so tightly I grew concerned about loss of circulation. But I decided not to say anything; she clearly had more important worries.
After about 30 minutes, we managed to locate her mother (her parents had split up to search for her). As expected, her mother was frantic, sick with worry, yet extremely happy that her little angel had been found.
Her mother was very gracious and thanked me as she hugged her daughter. My job was done, I wished them a good evening and started to walk away.
My little friend then grabbed my hand, looked me in the eye and solemnly declared, "Thank you, mister. You saved my life."
2 July 2005 - 5:16pm
A: When Will says it is!
Here's the story ...
Will planned to replace the boats at Raging Rapids over the course of two years. A few last year, but most of them this season. Boats were ordered last fall, in plenty of time for the new season.
The boats were to be the same colors as before -- the official Holiday World colors: red, yellow, and blue.
The red, yellow and blue boats only recently arrived. Red, yellow, and ...
The yellow and red boats are true to form ...
... but the blue boats?
Aren't they ...?
Checking with Will only added to the confusion.
"That is one of our new blue boats," he deadpanned. "We ordered blue boats. These are the blue boats."
So when you head over to Raging Rapids during your next visit, it'll help to know that when the Host or Hostess invites your family to climb into the blue boat ... well, it's best to just go along for the ride.
1 July 2005 - 5:16pm
Rachel (the "R" in our PR Department) went for a walk this afternoon, and took along our digital camera.
Here's some of what she found:
Does the above mean our appeal will "spike" when the '06 project opens?
We get teased a lot for being "in the middle of a corn field." Looks like this year's crop is a new hybrid.
These fellows hail from New Mexico. They're used to the heat, but not the humidity, of southern Indiana.
Guess they've heard it's cooler underground.