Sylvia is plowing through all our old photos as she doggedly, determinedly works on getting our archives organized.
She makes discoveries.
Every so often I hear her laugh.
It’s a great laugh. Sort of like a bell pealing.
Or a gong.
Today, it was the discovery of this photo that got her going.
Ah, the “old timers” will remember the Christmas Dinners once served year-round at Santa Claus Land.
We’ll have to scan one of the old menus and post it in the new year.
This next photo elicited another howl:
Pretty fancy stuff, eh? Do you recognize this dessert?
A wonderful grandma named Joy sent us this story and photo:
Attached is a picture of my granddaughter. She is two and is in love with Holidog. (I only got this picture by telling her I was sending it to Holidog).
She was having a little trouble with the idea of "potty training" and I had the idea of telling her that Nana couldn't take her back until she could use the potty and go like all the big people at Holiday World.
Well, believe it or not she looked at me and said, "Me go Holiday World, ride roller coasters." And she has not had one accident since!
As she goes into the restroom she continually says, "Holiday World ride roller coasters!" It's so funny! I'm sure the kids who do the Holidog get very tired and hot, but I hope they realize what an impression they have on the young kids.
Keep up the good work and Nana will be there the first day with all the grandkids! (Pray for me). HAHA
Nana, please tell your cute little granddaughter that Holidog is very proud of her and can't wait to give her a big doggie hug next summer.
If you've been reading the HoliBlog for a while, you know about John, our marketing director.
He and I have an interesting relationship.
It's always interesting…
For example, the other evening I started up my car a bit before leaving so that it would warm up and the windshield defrost before it was time to head for home. John called me in my office, all distressed, to say someone had just driven off in my vehicle.
He's a laugh a minute.
So when I saw this little stocking stuffer on the shelf in a store, I couldn't resist.
Earlier this week, I stopped by his office. "Merry Christmas, John. A little token of my esteem. Oh, and I want a picture for the blog."
John happily jumped into action. Where's that tree? I need to pose in front of a Christmas tree!
Everything's a production with John. He charged back into an office closet and disappeared deep inside. Boxes fell. I think I heard a muffled scream.
Victorious, John emerged with a sad little, bent-up tree.
Patty giggled uncontrollably. "It's a Charlie Brown Christmas tree!"
After straightening out the branches and untangling the electrical cord (Andy added a few blank CDs for that classy touch), John was ready for his Christmas close-up.
And so what did I give John for Christmas?
A very traditional gift.
And a personalized back to the tin:
It's been two days. Funny, no reciprocal gift. Go figure.
A letter to Santa from 1949:
December can be pretty spotty around here. This is a company that has pretty intense employee needs during the warmer months, so many of us have a load of vacation time to use during the weeks leading to Christmas.
This, I think, explains why I don't have an answer to this question.
Our friend Russ from Indianapolis emailed this question last night and I forwarded it to a number of people here who I thought would have the answer.
The only person who's responded so far is Will. He said to be sure to let him know what the answer is, since now he's wondering, too.
Assuming those in the know are off shopping, wrapping, decorating or sleeping, I thought it would be fun to post the question to see if any of our readers would happen to know the answer:
There is a ride in the southeastern corner of Holiday World that consists of about 6-8 jeeps that take 2 laps on a track [Doggone Trail]. The speakers always blare out something that sounds like, "I am a fizzy star lock."
For several years, we have debated about what it is actually saying. I contend that it is saying, "I am the fittest dog on the track" because it seems to be a ride about Holidog. Other members of my family think it says, "I am the fittest guy on the track" because it's supposed to be coming from the cars, which have people driving.
We don't gamble, so there's no bets riding on this — just peace of mind!
Simply click on the Comments link below and give it your best shot.