OK, Kiddies, time to study some more of our Disney History.
Last time we discovered that Susan's first Mickey experience was perhaps a little foggy, or hazy, or filtered for her teeny, tiny eyes because she probably was in my womb at the time her dad and I went to
Disneyland in 1966.
At this point, I'm going to make a little amendment to her first entry re:History.
The day trip from Jacksonville to DisneyWorld was in 1974. Susan's dad was away at Army Reserve Summer Camp for two weeks and my mother had flown down to Memphis from Indianapolis. My sister and her family were living in Jacksonville, Florida. She had a toddler and an infant whom we hadn't seen. So we (Mother and I) decided to drive down to visit them while Joe was away. My sister and I left Michael, the infant, with Mother and took Susan, Joann, and Amy(the toddler) to DisneyWorld for a day.
With a seven year old (Susan), a six year old (Joann), and a toddler (Amy) going to the Magic Kingdom for their first time, we didn't know what to expect. A day was all they could handle. None of the other parks were any more than a figment of Uncle Walt's imagination at that time. And if I remember correctly, the Contemporary was the only on site lodging at the time.
We rode all the rides the little ones could ride and saw all the sights and shows we mothers wanted to see. Then after the parade, we packed the three tired sweaty sticky sleepy-eyed little ladies in the back seat and drove back to Jacksonville.
I'm not sure about the next date Susan has listed. I thought it was either earlier or later, because I know for sure that we took a two week cruise in July, 1983. I thought we went before then, but I, too, think we went to Epcot for this trip. I just remember that the girls were not nearly as enthralled with Epcot as I was.
We stayed at the Ramada Inn at the entrance to DisneyWorld. We could stand on the balcony at night and watch the fireworks from our motel.
I'm thinking this trip may have been in 1984. I'm sure if I took the time to clean out the closet storing all the older souvenirs, scrapbooks, and photos, I could find something to indicate the correct year. That may happen, but quite probably not before we go to DW.
When Susan and Chris (the former) went to Mouseland in 1987, I spent one of those sleepless nights that mothers dread.
When she called me to tell me she had been mugged in the elevator, my mind went racing like A.J. Foyt at the Indy brickyard. (for you younger folks: like Jimmy Johnson at the Daytona 500) I couldn't think fast enough. All I knew was that I wanted to be there to hold her in my arms even though by then she was 20 years old and a few inches taller than I. I didn't care to hear about DisneyWorld, or Chris, or Florida, or anything else. I just wanted her back home safely. Fortunately hotel security stayed with her until her flight home and the Orlando police sent her mug shots to review for the next week or two. But her purse was never found and the horrible, mean, nasty, cruel, excuse of a human female was never arrested. Susan didn't have much in her purse, but it must have been enough for the criminal. I just hope that karma gets to her eventually. AND.....I hope that she never gets to wish upon a star!!!!!!!
Now, I have quite a Disney experience to relate about when I took a group of my students to Orlando. But that will have to wait till my next entry.