We worked together in a Disneyland that will never be again.
We created smiles and shared laughs, usually at some guest's unwitting expense. We worked while others played, but we also played together before and after work, in canoe races, softball games, late-night Denny's sessions, Magic Mountain trips. Looking back on it now, it seems like we were always together.
Some of us thought that we would be "lifers", but few are still with the Disney company. Even so, as Cast Members when the Park was a family, not a resort, we share a common heritage that can be recalled with a fondness few other jobs can match. Most of us can probably remember even trivia like our old department numbers, our spiels—even whether we preferred the Inn Between or the Pit. If we've lost touch in the thirty years since I last clocked out, I'm certain we would pick up right where we left off if we happened to meet again. The experience of being part of that Park just stays with you.
We were there at the best possible time, and we had a ball. The Magic Kingdom was still a sparkling jewel, a national treasure. We were its ambassadors, guides, hosts, and hostesses. We offered guests both peerless show and real value. As part of Walt Disney Productions, we got the kind of proud feeling that you get when you are part of a world-class institution. It was an extraordinary time, and we were fortunate enough to spend it together.
A happy valentine's day to every Disneylander. I love you all.