"No Request is Too Extreme"

uch like a therapy session, writing weekly installments on a particular subject will also eventually reveal what lies at the very heart of your troubles. Amidst a lifetime of adoration, weekly visits to the Happiest Place On Earth and the editorial investigation-style scouring of Walt’s Magic Kingdom for this very blog, it seems I have been harboring a slow boiling, martyr-like resentment against the general public's perception of Disneyland. And, well, why wouldn’t I? Clearly, it’s not something that I will deny I was never aware of, but the extent of disappointment it has brought upon me has emerged repeatedly in these posts, like a bad penny, and that is where I am left a bit surprised. I’d like to be resilient and not allow the corporation that is now simply branded ‘Disney’ tear a hole in my heart every time they gut something from Disneyland that Mr. Disney and his people worked so hard on, or when the company forges candy-coated mockeries molded from heartfelt words Mr. Disney has said about the theme park he mortgaged his own home for. Fortunately or unfortunately (I haven’t figured that out yet) I am resilient in a different way. I persevere as a fan of Mr. Disney’s, revving with the full intention of reminding people what Disneyland was intended to be, despite the verbal blows I take for the sake of ‘progress’ and ‘relevancy’. Yet, I have always believed that when you love something so much that it hurts, it at least means you’re doing something right. With this new realization of my underlying harrowing, today I bring along with me a bit of validation for all of the hard work and difficult adjustments that the admirers of Mr. Disney and his Disneyland, (such as Eric, myself, and the lovely people we have met since we’ve founded this blog) have had to endure while trying to keep a smile on our faces in the meantime.

Recently, a co-worker of mine informed me that he was making his first trip to Disneyland. He would be bringing along his wife and two young boys that were visiting them from out of town (being from the east coast originally, they all had visited Walt Disney World before, but we all know that hardly counts when we’re talking Mr. Disney’s park). Inspired by a mini-guidebook Eric had made for one of his own co-workers and also by my own fervor to enhance the enjoyment of Walt’s TRUE Disneyland, I asked my co-worker if he’d like some pointers to spruce up their visit. He said he would love that and mentioned he liked knowing they were going to come from a true fan. I didn’t find this information out until an hour before my work shift ended on a Friday afternoon; their trip would be happening that following Saturday, so I knew I needed to sharpen my Disneyland wit and bust a serious Disneyland Tour Guide 911 in the limited time that I had.
 
Carefully thinking and typing up a storm (while wearing an imaginary black velvet Jokey helmet, of course), I instructed the new lucky Guests on how to use the FastPass system, what attractions to hit and when, how to avoid crowds and what to DEFINITELY not miss in order to fully experience Disneyland at its best. Relevant factoid for the adults here, relevant factoid for the kids there, centralized instructions, and voila! a day of pixie dust and chim-chim-churees. For a fanatic, it is rough to skim and omit over the creative, colorful canvas that is Disneyland, but I did the best job I could with the experience I have and found a result that I was pretty satisfied with. In one hour's time, I handed my work off, hoped for the best and vicariously enjoyed the park alongside them within my head on Saturday, wondering what they were able to do, what they missed, what they liked and what they didn’t and where I was able to help…

Monday rolled around and before I could even quiz my co-worker about his first visit to Disneyland, I was surprised with a small batch of brownies encased within a Ziploc bag that wore a Sharpie illustration of Mickey Mouse (enjoying something just as delicious as the brownie the bag contained!) and a little greeting card in an envelope that was decorated with the letters of my name proudly adorning a Mickey ears hat. What a site to be greeted with. The card was signed by all guests attending, each personally telling me what a nice time they had and how they “hardly waited in any lines!” because of my help. Heck if I didn’t feel like Jiminy Cricket wearing his gold medal for the first time! In that moment, I reflected on all the time I have invested in researching, learning, practicing,
writing and yes… suffering… for something that I believed in and I understood that this is what all my work is for. Sure, I feel strongly about things that happen within the politics of Disneyland, but it is the sake of art and the sake of the Guest where I find my true motivation, because I was taught the difference between the value of a dollar and the value of a moment in time. After I found the chance to question my co-worker about their visit, he thanked me again and also said that he and his wife loved the park so much, they were even talking about becoming Annual Passholders. As we’ve stated many times before on this blog, it’s easy to fall in love with Disneyland upon first introduction, so I take no credit there, though I still can’t help but wonder what kind of day they would have had without the guidance of someone who truly loves the park. As Mr. Disney has surely taught me, that little extra something goes quite a long way.

Many therapists charge their clients by the hour and on a sliding scale. I’m grateful for that because I can’t afford much more than the many hours I spend admiring and writing about Mr. Disney’s Disneyland. The bright side is that I’ve now discovered that when it pays back, it pays back ten-fold, and that’s one fainting couch I’m definitely willing to lay on – happily, with good conscience! - and for as long as it takes. 

 

The Belles & Whistles of Railroad Royalty

owdy, pawt-nahs! Imagine, if you will, the excitement of being able to sit in a PeopleMover car once again, or being allowed one quick run-through of Fantasyland’s Skyway Swiss chalet. I still recall the overwhelming sensation of stepping down into a Submarine in 2007 like it was yesterday! The PeopleMover cars, Skyway buckets, Submarines, Motor Boats, Rocket Jets… These are all vessels from our dear Magic Kingdom I think we all miss. Chariots of childhood wonderment and nostalgia which carry us back through retired adventures and a soft spot in our hearts before coming to a full and complete stop. 

Then there are such vehicles which I sadly missed entirely. Being a Disneyland fan born in the 80’s, I am haunted by the ghosts of attractions past, spellbound by what mysteries lied beyond the tunnels of the Mine Train Through Nature’s Wonderland and the swinging doors of Fantasyland’s original dark rides. I can’t tell you what I wouldn’t give to step aboard an Atomobile or climb to the deck of the Chicken of the Sea Pirate Ship. Now imagine again, if you will, stepping into an opening day Disneyland relic which hasn’t been in the park for almost 40 years…

We here at ‘… But It Wasn’t Always That Way’ have a pretty good imagination when it comes to time-traveling, but it’s rare that we get to truly see and feel and experience one of Mr. Disney’s actual toys from the past. On Sunday, May 6^th, Ginger and I headed down to the Fullerton Railroad Days, along with – and many thanks to – our friend, TokyoMagic!. There, visitors were lucky enough to walk through two of Disneyland’s original railroad cars, one of which that has not graced the Magic Kingdom’s circle tour since 1974!

Railroad Days had been an annual event in the past, but 2012 welcomed it back after a 3-year hiatus. With those who had been patiently waiting, and those of us who had never been, you can bet yer bottom dollar there was plenty of excitement and steam in the air!

There was so much to see and enjoy at this expo – my late grandfather, a train aficionado, would have been in hog heaven - and yet as we moseyed

Tony Baxter, fellow Fair-goer
(and head-honcho Disney Imagineer)

through, passing historic artifacts, models, rides, and funnel cake, we had… well, one-track minds. Perched on a small stretch of track, with two arched dome roofs gleaming in the distance, brilliantly colored (as is typical of anything found in Mr. Disney’s park) in yellow, green, and burgundy… There were the Lilly Belle and the Combine Car, sitting as plain as the nose on your face. We could barely gaze at the cars through the crowd, afraid that looking directly at them would cause some kind of fanatic blindness or that the awe might prove to be too staggering.

To provide a quick backstory briefing, the Combine and Lily Belle were former passenger cars from the original Disneyland Railroad, in use from the park’s opening in ’55 until ’74. The Combine (named so because of its combination of passenger service and luggage room) retired and found a new home by Walt’s Barn in Griffith Park, cared for by the Carolwood Pacific Historical Society. The Lilly Belle is a converted luxury Presidential coach – formerly a yellow passenger car named “The Grand Canyon” – which has been used off and on to host special Disneyland guests (this could even include you, if you ask politely….), and is still in service today.

(Please visit the above in-text links for more information on these train cars’ meritable history.)

All passengers... BOOOOOAAAAAARRRD!

Approaching with caution, we made our way up to a surprisingly short queue. I looked around at the passing crowd. They were chattering, wandering, eating their churros, seemingly unaware of the precious treasure of Americana in front of us, hiding right under their noses. We practically had these cars to ourselves.

Can't you just hear spiel pouring out of the speaker? I sure can!

No detailed description of being inside these vestiges would do justice to the overpowering sensation you get. You’re surrounded by history. You’re inside of it. The aura of a time long-gone is all around. You can see it, breathe it, even touch it. We certainly did. I especially appreciated the school bus-like leather seats in the Combine and Ginger was overjoyed that the green leather matched her purse, exactly.

Moving on – as we had to with the Carolwood clan scooting us along – we ceremoniously trekked into the Lilly Belle. 

The Presidential treatment, c/o our First Lady of Disneyland.

Depths seldom seen by man.

Touching is believing.

It was every bit as chic as one could imagine. The stained glass lining the ceiling, the ‘cranberry’ glass artifacts adoring the tables (Of particular interest were Mr. Disney’s favorite books, one ironically being “Time Machine”), the lighting fixtures, Lillian’s very own embroidery (textile? tapestry?) on display... There was a lot to soak in, especially without the benefit of the usual 20-minute excursion.

In true Disney fashion, we were spilled out the back of the train into a plot of treasures, as valued and special as the train cars themselves. Immediately in front of us, waiting for our company, destined for us to finally be as one in predestined kismet…. The Kalamazoo. Mr. Disney’s hand car – commonly perched between Main Street Railroad Station and Mickey’s floral noggin – has a long history at the park since 1957 and continues to welcomes guests to Disneyland every day, with its arm up on one side as though it’s waving us in! One of the greatest moments in its history was when it ‘eased’ Michael Jackson ‘on down the road’ in Disneyland's 25th Anniversary special, and as you know we also have a great affinity for the King of Pop.

Here we come, lookit us roll!

Another artifact to behold was the original boiler of the E.P. Ripley. That’s the very first, ladies and gents. Here are the guts and muscles that famously carried Mr. Disney around his brand new playground on July 17^th, 1955. We were even told he fired up this bad boy himself that momentous morning. Whether that’s true or not is a bit hard to determine, as information about this boiler is scarce. I even had a hard time finding an announcement of its presence at the event or review of its existence in blog form or otherwise. .. But it was there, sure as you’re born, and by gum we appreciated the heck out of this historically significant token. We even touched it with our own four hands…….. several times.

Our cup boileth over.

Another five rounds or so through the train cars (the wonderfully friendly, informative Carolwood and Disneyland folk who were on-hand told us we had beaten the record for repeat visits… *pumps fist*), a Carolwood Foundation donation

Lilly Belle greases me with her coupler,
introduces new kind of joy.

later, and our day at the fair was complete. We did what any good little one-track-minded ‘locos’ would do and scooted our way down to the park to hop aboard the Railroad for what was quite possibly the most triumphant Grand Circle Tour of our lives. Perhaps that’s overselling it a bit, but my titillation for “Walt’s Disneyland” persistently takes on a life of its own. For example, I originally intended for this entry to simply be a photographic show-and-tell report. My apologies for the delay in posting, but – as these vessels have shown us – time is nonlinear, and any treasure of Mr. Disney’s is timeless.