Sunday, August 20, 2017

Sunday, Disney Magic!

   Today, we had a very casual morning again.  I'm loving this retirement thing.  The Disney museum does not open until 1 PM, so we ate lunch in the camper and headed out afterward to the museum.

   The museum is housed in a Train Station that dates back to early 1900's.  The clock below was used to set the time for all the area that was served by the trains of the day.  If you worked for the railroad, you were given a watch that was synchronized with this clock and you had to return every 30 days to get your watch re-certified or you were fired!!!

   Our tour guide had some fond memories of Huntsville, Alabama.  She used to bring diving students to Florida every year and they would stop over in Huntsville.  She remembered a story about the kids having breakfast at a waffle house and being served grits with their breakfast.  None of them knew what they were and were skeptical about eating them.  She said a large black man with a meat clever stood at the door and told them that noone left until they ate their grits.  She said they scarfed down their grits like they were pudding and the legend was born.  She said every year after that they all wanted to eat at the waffle house!

   The town of Marceline, MO. is the town that spawned the magic for Walt and Roy Disney.  I had no idea how ignorant I was of their history until this tour.  Walt loved and adored the town of Marceline and gives this town credit for much of the creativity and inspiration in his work.

   Their were many stories of how Walt and Roy built their unique relationship during their formative years.  Roy was always the one to worry about how to pay for Walt's ideas.  Roy was the one that always made sure they had money growing up.  He would find them odd jobs to do and he would let Walt goof around while he worked.  Our guide told us one story that Roy was fond of telling.  When Roy was a teenager, he got a job for them to clean a horse drawn hearse.  Walt told everyone later that Roy did all the cleaning and he laid in the back and played dead.  Just one example of Walt's dreaming, acting and creativity being honed for the future.

   I had tears in my eyes during much of the tour hearing these stories of how Marceline shaped and molded Walt into the person he became.  He use to tell his artists that they needed to work together the way the Marceline community came together at Harvest time to bring in the crop so that the whole community would thrive.

   I have taken some pictures during the tour and some taken by Dinah.  A few are shown below and the rest will be available via a link at the end of the post.

Dinah, of course, in front of the museum.  

The clock mentioned above.   


     
This was our guide.
Dinah and I really enjoyed this tour.
Click here to see the rest of the pictures.

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1 comment:

Bob said...

Great write up! Thanks for sharing.

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