Most kids growing up in Southern California in the 50's and 60's had, as part of their growing up experience, any number of visits to the wonderful new world of theme parks like Disneyland and Knott's Berry Farm. We were completely spoiled since my father worked in an industry where he had daily contact with various city agencies--and in Anaheim, you got gifted with BOOKS (notice, BOOKS, not just one book) of Disneyland tickets. Of course after a day at Disneyland you'd wind up with no "E" tickets and a bunch of "A" tickets. Like who wanted to ride that stupid horse-drawn trolley that went up and down Main Street?
Another favorite of ours was Knott's Berry Farm--when we went there weren't many thrill rides like at Disneyland but boy oh boy, you sure could ride the heck out of a stagecoach! And visit the Calico Mine and pan for gold! But best of all, for me at least, was Mott's Miniature Museum. Here are tickets I saved from a 1963 visit, which always included one final stop at the Knott's Berry Farm restaurant for fried chicken and, of course, some kind of incredibly fattening dessert involving fruit. When I read the linked article, I felt rather sad about what ultimately happened to all the miniature homes and shops that made me ooh and aah every time we visited.
Can you imagine today's kids having to physically cut and paste a teacher's head onto a crude drawing of the Easter Bunny? Photoshop was waaaaaaay in the future!
The featured kids for April were an interesting bunch--the girls totally looked like virgins and all three boys looked like hoodlums. Nancy Naples and Tim Harrington (the one with the "dreamy brown hair and dark brown eyes to match") were a couple, although I think the lovey-dovey feelings were more on Nancy's part since when asked, Tim responded that his one wish would be "more GIRLS". And unfortunately for the A7 girl with the poufy hair, she was mis-identified as A8 Carole Pedlar. I'm sure everything was corrected in a subsequent issue, however. But OH MY GOD, how embarrassing was THAT?!
When she sent it, I was trying to figure out exactly WHY she'd sent it, since as hard as I tried I couldn't see Jesus anywhere on the chip. But no, she took a photograph of this Lay's product and sent it to everyone she knew simply because it was the biggest freakin' chip she'd ever seen!
I love my sisters.