A peek behind the (shower) curtain

Warm, fuzzy moments happen around here all the time.

And when one of the men on staff tells the story, it’s all the sweeter.

So when the new guy (Tony…our Director of Maintenance) emailed this to our staff of directors, it seemed a pity not to post it here:

When I was at the Bahari Snacks window today, a young man came up to the window with a receipt and some money. He waited patiently. When he got to the window, he said that his change was wrong. He got back $5 too much!

I asked him if he liked Icees. He said yes so I bought him one. He asked me why I was doing that and I told him that most people aren’t that honest and I thought that was pretty cool.

That boy made my day.

Tony’s last name, by the way, is Perkins.

When it was announced at staff meeting months ago that our new maintenance director was Tony Perkins I immediately formulated a plan to remove his office door and replace it with a shower curtain for his first day at work.

The younger directors looked at me like I was some kind of psycho.

I guess they didn’t catch the meaning of the “eee! eeee! eeee!” screeching sound I made either.

Do me this favor, won’t you? The next time you’re in our Halloween section and the theme from that movie comes on, whisper in a slightly macabre way: Oh, Tony…they’re playing your song. (Originally posted 6/3/08)

(Added 10/29/11) While blogging about how we named our Raven roller coaster back in 1994, this photo popped up in a Google search.

This is Edgar Allan Poe.

He wrote “Once upon a midnight dreary … ” and the rest of the incredible poem we know as The Raven.

Truth be told, Raven (the poem) was published 150 years before Raven (the coaster) debuted in our Halloween section.

Perhaps I’m a bit too hopped up on Halloween candy to make a fair judgment, but do you notice any similarity between these two dashing gentlemen?

A Halloween tale

Back in 1994, it was such a thrill to take part in naming our first big roller coaster. We knew it was going to be built in our Halloween section, so there were nearly endless theming ideas.

It turned out to be a rather creepy experience.

The first shivery chill occurred on a very hot day.

Will had invited Tim O’Brien to visit during August of 1994 so he could walk the future coaster site with us. Tim was an editor with the now-defunct Amusement Business, so giving him an off-the-record tour and a peek at the design plans was pretty exciting.

Fun, too. Tim’s love of the industry and affection for family-owned parks kept him grinning all day.

As we walked together down the paved path that used to be home of the Santa Claus Land “tour tram,” Will pointed to our left and described in great detail the planned lifthill and first drop to Tim.

My mind wandered a bit as those two geeked out over angles of descent and rates of acceleration.

What in the world will we call this thing? I wondered to myself, grateful for the old-growth trees and the shade they offered.

My first thought – I swear – was “The Raven.” Swooping through the thick woods, with a nod to Edgar Allan Poe’s classic poem, The Raven would be a simple, memorable name.

I snapped out of my fog when I heard Tim ask Will, “Have you thought about names yet?”

“Not yet,” he replied. “Any ideas?”

Without missing a beat, Tim offered: “The Raven. There’s no other coaster with that name. It would be a great fit.”

When Will headed back to his office to work on some of Tim’s other suggestions (such as to have the track hug the ground at the bottom of the fifth drop – thanks, Tim!), I grabbed his arm. “Yes! I love the name Raven!”

Back in the mid-’90s, research was a bit more of a grueling process than it is today. I made a trip to the Lincoln Heritage Public Library in Dale (birthplace of Florence Henderson) to get to know Poe a bit more.

Interesting: Abraham Lincoln and Edgar Allan Poe were born just a week apart, in February of 1809.

Also of interest, Edgar shares a birthday with Will’s wife, Lori.

Once settled in at the library, surrounded by stacks of research books, the air took on a sudden chill.

By the time I left the library, I was convinced we shouldn’t dare to name our coaster anything but Raven.

Here’s what I found:

  • The poem “The Raven” was first published in 1845; our coaster by the same name would premiere 150 years later, in 1995.
  • 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 began.
  • The decision to name “The Raven” after the famous poem was exactly 145 years to the day following the death of Edgar Allan Poe.

On May 6, 1995, when we premiered The Raven, little Leah Koch (only five years old at the time) opted out of riding in the very first train at the last minute. As scores of coaster enthusiasts looked hungrily toward that empty seat and then pleadingly toward me, the decision regarding who would fill the empty seat was simple to make.

“This seat is for the spirit of Edgar Allan Poe.”

As the train left the station, and climbed the lift hill for the first time … clicking, clicking … we all knew it would thrill riders …

Evermore.

Tim O’Brien, who named Raven, is seated in the very back seat of this first train in the above photo (he’s on the left, wearing sunglasses).

And below is the front of the train for Raven’s First Flight on May 6, 1995. Holiday World’s president Will Koch is in the front seat with Denise Dinn Larrick, the president of the ride’s designer, Custom Coasters (which is no longer in business).

Take a look at the fourth seat from the front to see Mrs. Koch, whose riding partner was the spirit of Edgar Allan Poe.

“The moose at the front gate should have told you…”

You might think that once the front gates close at the end of the season, we don’t see another Guest until the next summer.

Taking a walk through the (mostly) still and silent park will tell you a completely different story though.

During the off-season, we play host to Guests of a different kind.

Often they have four legs instead of two and are quite furry. Some even come with antlers or horns.

Sure, there are the usual rabbits and squirrels that seemingly appear out of every nook and cranny as soon as the human Guests exit. Wait just a few days more, though, and some much larger Guests begin to drop in.

Much to my surprise this morning, a golf car ride to the back of the park to photograph Mammoth construction put me smack dab in the middle of a herd of deer.

I was making quite a racket with my gas-powered car sputtering down one of our crunchy gravel service roads. Seeing a fall-leaves photo opportunity I just couldn’t pass up, I came to a stop to get some shots. After a couple clicks of the shutter, I heard some movement in the brambles on the other side of my car.

As I turned to look, I realized staring right back at me was a pair of big brown eyes and a little set of antlers. 

Was this some kind of joke? Did we get a delivery of Wildebeest look-a-likes to stage around the World’s Longest Water Coaster and somebody set them in the woods as a prank? After a brief pause, locking eye to eye, my friend darted out of the brambles and up the hill toward the Wildebeest.

Nope, definitely not a mascot. Now I realized there were two of them; then two deer quickly doubled to four, and soon this small herd was trying to formulate an exit strategy to get away from me.

With their heads quickly turning left to right and back again it looked like there was an invisible tennis match going on behind me. Finally, my deer friends made their decision and dashed toward the Mammoth construction site.

They must have noticed the "Hard Hats Required" sign because they quickly side-stepped a parked forklift and pranced their way up the road before disappearing into the woods again.

"Oh, deer ... how did we get here?"

It was fun coming face to face with today’s Guests. I only wish they would have stopped long enough for me to i nform them their long-lost relatives no longer lived at the park. – Nathan Ryder, Communications Manager

…Nathan's story about meeting up with these deer reminded me of a story Bill Koch told me long ago.

In the very first years of Santa Claus Land, the park added a Deer Farm. Much hullabaloo was made about the deer's upcoming arrival. Word came at the last minute that the deer would be a few days late; there was no time (this was long before websites, Facebook and Twitter) to advise visitors ahead of time.

Mr. Koch printed flyers that stated, "Oh, dear – No deer!" and handed them out at the entrance, inviting visitors to return on the day of their choice to view the deer free of charge.

The first deer to arrive were named Donner, Blitzen, Comet and Cupid. This was in 1948, when the park was just two years old. Eventually there were 14 European white fallow deer.

That's Mrs. Koch's dad, Santa Jim, in the photo. Did you know we have a Facebook page for Santa Jim? We also have a Santa Claus Land page and there's one for the Santa Claus Museum, too. We hope you enjoy these stories and photos as much as we do.

We hold them … um … near and deer to our hearts. – Paula Werne, Director of Communications

 

Aww … fu-u-u-u-udge!

No, we're not sharing our favorite lines from A Christmas Story

We're hard at work making decisions for 2012.

Um, really.

Yesterday's critical topic of debate was which fudge flavors to add to our line-up for the 2012 introduction of Happy Halloween Weekends.

We take our fudge flavors quite seriously, you see. Lots of research goes into even the tiniest decision.

Pumpkin Pie? Apple Pie? Hmmmm … better take another nibble. Or two.

… plus we can't resist the opportunity to give our staff a little sugar.

Nathan brought a video camera along to the tasting and put together this sweet little video:

Your turn now – what other fudge flavors would be good for next year's Halloween event? I promise to pass along your ideas …

My coaster-crazy kid

It was getting close to bedtime for James last night. My second grader had grabbed a good book and made himself comfortable on Daddy’s side of the bed. (Stories from the good book, actually.)

It seemed a good time to sneak in for a cuddle, so I slipped in on my side and got ready for the uphill climb.

We have one of those "sleep number" beds. My husband, Gary, would be happy sleeping on a rock, so his side is set at 100 ("You sure it won’t go any higher?" he asks me all the time). I prefer a more moderate 45 or 55, so it was a bit of a heave-ho to make it over to James’s side.

I smoothly slid one of my arms under the lad’s head and the other I placed lightly across his belly. Not lightly enough, it turns out.

"Mom…the lapbar is too tight."

Originally posted 8/20/07

A “Q” for the loo?

Not true! Not true!

A queue for Sue?

A queue for Drew?

 A queue for who?

(Note: that last word really should be "whom," but it doesn’t rhyme. Poetic license.)

A shuttle queue.

For campers who … … (ugh!) whose day is through.

Back to Lake Rudolph, whether RV, cabin or tent.

They’ll line up here, their energy spent.

One last queue after riding all day.

Then hop on the shuttle and drive away.

Originally posted 8/30/07

Procrastination Polka

Okay, so that’s about as dumb a subject line as I’ve ever conjured up …

But if you’ve been dancing around putting off ordering your 2012 Season Passes, yet you want to purchase them at the lowest possible rate … you’ve got till Sunday night to do it.

Sunday night, as in October 9, at 11:59 pm CDT.

The rest of this was first posted on 10/13/07

Once the second hand clicks to Monday, the prices go up.

Bettye, whom you may have met if you’ve stopped by Holiday Foods here in town, already has hers.

She asked me about when they would go on sale a number of weeks ago and I promised (and actually remembered!) to have a flyer mailed to her.

The next time I stopped by for groceries, Bettye happily proclaimed she’d already received her vouchers in the mail.

We ended up laughing so hard, we sort of held up the check-out line

You see, Bettye buys season passes for her family as Christmas presents every year. She told me she’d informed her daughter, "If anything happens to me — the season pass vouchers for you and the grandkids are in the bottom drawer of my nightstand."

Her daughter, of course, was horrified.

"Mom! What do you mean, if anything would happen to you?"

Bettye and I cackled like a couple of hens at the thought of being on our deathbeds and drawing our loved ones near for one final, loving conversation: My darlings, be good to one another and know that I love you. And don’t forget, your season pass vouchers are in the bottom drawer.