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Amusement Parks – A Fun Job – Great Memories


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I am not big on reunions, family, class or any kind.  For one, they are usually expensive.  Another reason, they often end up being about a “who’s who” or “success stories” since the good old days.  But an invitation came across my Facebook newsfeed, inviting me to special reunion which honestly has me quite intrigued.

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Dorney Park was the first amusement park I can remember ever hearing about.  There was no Disneyworld for me.  Dorney Park was just a short drive away, and because of the unique access to the park itself, and the rides, it was quite the bargain.

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Dorney Park had no admission.  You could actually drive through the middle of Dorney Park.  At one time, the road going through the park was a state road going from Allentown, Pa to Reading.  So, grandparents could simply park in the parking lot, buy a book of tickets (pictured above), and sit on a park bench while watching the grandchildren have a great time.

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Of course, Dorney Park was notorious for other things besides amusement rides.  They had stock car races that I remember my father taking me to when I was younger.  At the bottom of the park, on their “lake” was Castle Gardens, a former roller skating rink/dance hall.  You might describe it as the ultimate entertainment center, especially during the 1960’s and 1970’s and 1980’s.  And anyone who lived nearby got a great view of seasonal fireworks.

Most of us who grew up in the area would eventually look to Dorney Park as a great opportunity at a first official job as the area’s leading employer of Summer help.  There were many levels of jobs there based upon your age qualifications from someone sweeping the pavement to food services to games, and the ultimate and coolest job, ride operator.  This was even better than being a supervisor at the park.

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I would actually do two stints at Dorney Park, the first was in the Summer of 1981.  I was only 15 years old at that point, so I had the choice of working in the food stands or game stands.  Either way, because of work laws, I was only going to be able to work five hours per day.  Along the way, I actually learned quite a bit of secrets of carnival games as a result.  But it was two years later, as I turned 17 and graduated from high school, I REALLY enjoyed working at Dorney Park.

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The first ride I got to operate, was one of the most popular rides in the park to run.  It was cool because not only was it a fun ride, but I got to listen to an 8-track of awesome music (as awesome as 1983 music could be) all day long.  As a ride operator, we generally worked full days from open to close.  Throughout the Summer, I would get to operate most of the rides in the park from the roller coaster that I rode as a young boy to the log flume and more.

I got to make a lot of friends, who worked at the park, and some who visited the park.  After our shift ended, we would turn our uniform short inside out (a weird rule, but we were not allowed to appear as a working employee riding the rides).  After hours, things really got turned up a notch as we often got to have some special fun on rides once the park had closed.  On the Iceberg, like a “teacup” ride, we would actually bring a football inside and play “rugby” tossing the football from car to car.  Or as one challenge we had, riding the “Monster” with the challenge to make the rider vomit.  This ride resembled an octopus with its arms going up and down while spinning around and there was a mechanical trick you could do, which would cause extra force as the arms lifted up or dropped down.  Ah, good times.

At the end of the season, a reward for those employees who stayed until the end of the park season, we got to pick up a bonus paycheck.  The day that I went to pick up my bonus check, I got more than I wanted.

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A fire had started in the afternoon in a food concession stand, supposedly during some end of year maintenance.  The stand was located next to a wooden carousel, and nearly half the park went up in flames.  There were others who had come to the park that day to pick up that check.  Many, like me, had not only been employees, but grew up in that park.  And now, it was gone.  Nearly everything.

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The above photo after the fire was taken by local newspaper, The Morning Call.

Of course, the park rebuilt, bigger, fancier.  They closed the road that went through the park, and put a fence all around the park.  Gone were the $.10 tickets to ride rides, the park went “pay one price”.  A few years later, a huge water park was added.  Along with both of these moves, came much higher prices.  Soon, the park I had grown up with, had become like all the other amusement parks nearby, Hershey Park, Great Adventure.  But it was no longer like the park that I wanted to remember.

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As a parent, I took my daughters there on a couple of occasions.  And that was the first time that I had been back to the park since the big fire.  And though I enjoyed the day of hearing my daughters laugh, deep down inside, it hurt.  And I definitely did not enjoy Dorney Park anymore.

But this invitation has sparked a memory for me.  And I am intrigued.  The reunion is geared to employees who worked at the park from 1980-1985, which I worked two of those years, and made a lot of friends.  As much as it hurt to visit the park in its current operations, I can actually imagine conversations about the park in the good old days.  Sneaking into Castle Gardens after the park was closed (it was age restricted – over 21 for men, 18 for women) or heading out to a midnight movie with a group of other park employees.

But I also think it might actually be a bit healing for some of us, who were there on that sad day in 1983, to share stories and thoughts about that day.  And to definitely think about the days when the park was actually a family park.  And we should know… we grew up there.

What Do I Want For Christmas?


I am fairly certain, as a child, I made a Christmas wish list.  I do know it never went to “Santa”, though up until I turned eight years old, I received presents from the fat man in red.  The next year, I discovered who Santa really was, and that ended the gifts from him.

I still really had no aversion to Christmas, though clearly I never really celebrated it with all the glitz and commercialism.  I most certainly never celebrated the day for what it was supposed to matter to me as a Lutheran.  But in 1988, when I got diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, I certainly seemed to know where to direct my anger.  In 1988, I never wanted to hear the word Christmas ever again.

Things were different for me in 1989, though I was still in the middle of my chemotherapy.  The anger was gone.  And scans had shown the chemotherapy was working.  And then I said it, “all I want for Christmas is for this to be over with.”  This is truly the first thing that I can remember ever asking for, for Christmas.

For the next decade and a half, I would never ask for anything for Christmas again.  I would participate in Christmas activities, such as attending parties, going to Christmas Eve church service (one of the two times a year I would attend Church), and even decorate, quite extravagantly.  Some say I aspired to be Clark Griswald with some of my outdoor displays.

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While I did not particularly care for Christmas any longer, I did not want to ruin it for anyone else.  That would change with the arrival of my daughters.

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I still did not ask for anything for Christmas, but at least I felt my heart get back into the spirit of Christmas.  And I found myself once again, getting involved with the religious part of the holiday by once again attending the Christmas Eve service with my daughters.

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And seeing how much Santa meant to my children, I did everything I could to protect their enjoyment of the holiday, dreading the day that they too would discover that Santa was nothing more than a “belief”, or spirit.

Every year since my daughters were adopted, I would put on a Santa suit, and video and pictures would be taken of me placing gifts under the tree, eating the cookies and drinking the room temperature milk, just to have something to actually show Santa had come.  I even played with Pollo, our golden retriever.

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And that is where the cover was almost blown.  As both of my daughters were excited to see Santa had come, and what he had done, my oldest daughter at age 3 could not help but notice one glaring concern with Santa.  No, not that Santa forgot the belt, but “look Daddy, HoHo’s wearing your sneakers!”  I would make sure to put the black overlays on from that year on.

But while I always encouraged my daughters to write a Christmas wish list to Santa, their requests were always modest, nothing outlandish.  And this they did on their own.  Neither daughter had been raised to be materialistic.  And neither daughter has ever asked, “is that all there is” following the conclusion of opening gifts.  And I continued to not ask for anything for Christmas.

Well, as usual, the question has been asked of me again, by so many, “what do you want for Christmas?”  This year, I actually have one thing I would like.  Last year, during the Christmas break, my children visited me.

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That to me was the best gift they could have ever given to me.  And so, that is what I have asked for again this year.

The funny thing is, in conversation with my daughters the other night, my youngest had mentioned that she wanted to buy me something for Christmas.  But my oldest was very quick to chime in, “our going to visit Dad is his Christmas gift.”  I am so proud of my daughters as it is, but my oldest hit the nail right on the head.  She knows me well enough, to be with them once again, is all I want for Christmas.

See you soon.

Merry Christmas everyone.  Happy Chanukah.  And Happy New Year.

 

Excited For The Summer


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This photo was taken a couple of years ago.  It was Father’s Day weekend.  School had just let out.  It was also the weekend that I was memorializing my father who had just passed away from lung cancer, just weeks before.

Yesterday, school let out again for my daughters.  My oldest now finished with her elementary level grades and excited for the new school.  They have a lot to look forward to over their Summer.  And they are excited as well.  But they are not the only ones.

Summer to all three of us means their annual visit to me for the majority of the Summer, not all of it, but a lot of it.  They will get to spend a few weeks with their mother, and then again at the end of the Summer for a couple of more weeks before school begins.  My daughters will spend the balance of the time with me in my home.

I am very excited.  Together, the three of us have come up with things we would like to do, things that we would like to eat, and really, just spend some quality time together.

Parents in my situation, are quick to be labelled “Disney parents”, nicknamed that because it is felt that parents who only get such limited time with their children are assumed to pull out all the “fun” stops, so that the parent is purely only perceived as “the fun parent,” and sometimes, parents actually go to that extreme.

For me, the Summer break for me and my daughters is about showing that they not only have a home with their mother, but they also have a home with me.  How I treat my daughters today, is no different than when their mother and I lived under the same roof.  There are expectations of behavior.  There are rules.  And much to their dismay, as I have done every year since they started school, they each have a transition workbook to keep their school skills ready for their next grade.  Of course, they are also expected to read.

I love to spend time with my daughters.  And as their father,  as they get older, I want them to respect me, so that when they begin to date, gasp, I want them to expect the same of anyone who has an interest in them.  We are looking forward to movies, lots of ice cream, and living close to the beach, lots of fun.  They will get to visit with friends they met during their past visits here.  And they will get to communicate with their friends back home as often as they like.  Again, besides spending time with my daughters, all I want is for them to know that they are actually “lucky” to have two homes.

I am counting down the days now.  My daughters are not the only ones excited for Summer.

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