DisMike
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I was thinking the other night about the day Walt Disney died. I was 6 years old. My family was driving home from some Christmasy thing that we had gone to.
I was sitting in the back in the center of our 1961 Ford. The radio announcer said that Walt Disney had died. I shot up in my seat to hear better (seat belts were optional equipment then) not believing what I was hearing.
Walt Disney couldn't die!!! He's like Santa! He'll be around forever!!
The reporter said it again and i was devastated. It was almost exactly the same as if someone had told my 6 year old mind that Santa had died. The effect was about the same.
As I thought about it, to me, Walt was like Santa. Santa lived in a far away magical place with a castle called the North Pole that you couldn't get to. He was surrounded by magical, other-worldly but benevolent creatures spreading joy to all boys and girls.
Walt Disney was similar. I grew up in New Jersey. Walt lived in a magical place with a castle called Disneyland (actually thought he lived there) that I couldn't get to.
To remind folks, in the mid-60s airfare from NY to LA was about $300/person. There were 6 of us. My dad made about $100/week. Do the math. Might as well have been the North Pole.
He was surrounded by magical, other-worldly but benevolent creatures spreading joy to all boys and girls.
Anyway, to those of us who were fortunate to be walking the planet at the same time as Walt Disney there was something special about him. I can't put my finger on it. When he came into our homes every Sunday night it was magical.
Sorry, starting to ramble. I loved Walt Disney as a kid. I still do. Perhaps it was fitting that he died during the Christmas season. He WAS just like Santa. In some ways even better.
Thanks Walt!!
I was sitting in the back in the center of our 1961 Ford. The radio announcer said that Walt Disney had died. I shot up in my seat to hear better (seat belts were optional equipment then) not believing what I was hearing.
Walt Disney couldn't die!!! He's like Santa! He'll be around forever!!
The reporter said it again and i was devastated. It was almost exactly the same as if someone had told my 6 year old mind that Santa had died. The effect was about the same.
As I thought about it, to me, Walt was like Santa. Santa lived in a far away magical place with a castle called the North Pole that you couldn't get to. He was surrounded by magical, other-worldly but benevolent creatures spreading joy to all boys and girls.
Walt Disney was similar. I grew up in New Jersey. Walt lived in a magical place with a castle called Disneyland (actually thought he lived there) that I couldn't get to.
To remind folks, in the mid-60s airfare from NY to LA was about $300/person. There were 6 of us. My dad made about $100/week. Do the math. Might as well have been the North Pole.
He was surrounded by magical, other-worldly but benevolent creatures spreading joy to all boys and girls.
Anyway, to those of us who were fortunate to be walking the planet at the same time as Walt Disney there was something special about him. I can't put my finger on it. When he came into our homes every Sunday night it was magical.
Sorry, starting to ramble. I loved Walt Disney as a kid. I still do. Perhaps it was fitting that he died during the Christmas season. He WAS just like Santa. In some ways even better.
Thanks Walt!!