My strongest recollection of that show is how the musicians all smiled — even while playing their instruments.
My dad would marvel (okay, he made fun) at the delirious grins on every last one of the musicians as they played. (How in the world do you smile while playing trumpet, clarinet, or flute? Somehow, they did it.) We laughed at the thought of Mr. Welk hollering at them in his thick accent to, "Smile! Smile!"
This photo that Lori sent me of Craig cleaning up a … um … HoliMess made me think back to that show.
This next week we have special Hospitality Training for all of our Hosts and Hostesses. I wonder if we're planning to show any clips of the Lawrence Welk Show … or maybe if just threatening to do it would do the trick.
It's always nice to hear from past visitors to Santa Claus Land who now enjoy Holiday World with their own children.
This fellow turned his memories into an article for the Louisville Eccentric Observer.
He liked the creepy Edgar Allan Poe factoid.
Here are two others: The Raven was first published in 1845; a roller coaster by the same name premiered 150 years later, in 1995, at Holiday World Theme Park. Ravens used to thrive in Indiana. The last sighting of ravens nesting in southern Indiana was in 1894. This was exactly 100 years before construction of The Raven roller coaster began in the town of Santa Claus, Indiana.
I "rescued" a small brown stuffed dog (plush) out of the Applause Fountain last night. Mrs. Koch called me; she tried to get it out with a mop, but it was not long enough (because the dog was next to the hands in the center of the fountain) so I had to bring a long telescoping pole from the water park.
The young boy (about 12 years old) who'd lost the dog thought it was the coolest dog now since it had been swimming. It was the first rescue of the season!
Lori added a side note: I thought Mrs. Koch said there was "poop" in the fountain; my 2-way radio cut out when she said "plush" so I misinterpreted it as "poop." I had the hardest time figuring out why the boy was still there and wanted it back!
Any old timers out there remember that Huey Lewis tune? It was out a few years (*cough* 22 *cough*) ago.
Back then I worked at a magazine publishing company. As editor of Pizza Today, I often trekked back and forth to the art department where the crazy art directors worked. Their radio was cranked up to a pretty high volume and I had to nearly shout to banter with them.
For a stretch back in 1986, Hip to Be Square was high up on the charts, so it was played quite often. And somehow, every time I walked in the art department, it was blasting.
"I hate this song," I'd announce in a prissy voice.
The hippie-freak art guys would crack up. Every time. Somehow, we connected through that song.
I thought of those guys and that song when I read this blog post from a "formerly cool" mom who visited the park yesterday.