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Bill
Scott
Today, December
9, I received a copy of the Wakefield Daily Item dated Nov 27, 2002,
indicating that you are searching for old employees of Pleasure Island.
I guess that means you are looking for folks like me. I was one of
the original employees hired before the park opened 33 years ago.
I was there on opening day.
I graduated
Wakefield High School in 1957, and I was attending college in Boston,
and I worked at Pleasure Island during the very first summer it was
opened. Since that time, I've moved 3000 miles away, now residing
in the Sacramento, CA area.
There are
just a few memories I might share with you.
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1 memory for me was that I was the "King" of Pleasure
Island. Many mornings, the early employees who arrived at 6 a.m.
would hold drag races in the vacant parking lot. I used to drive
my mother's 1954 Olds, being a car that no other employee could
beat. Thus, among the early crew, I was known as the King because
of my mother's speedy Olds.
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2 memory for me was the hugh fires that we would have there in the
morning, burning the previous day's trash. I doubt that this would
be allowed today, because of all the soot and ash that we created.
Although the fires were in an incinerator, we created monstrous
amounts of smoke that darkened the sky for an hour or so.
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3 memory would be about our boss during the 2nd half of the summer,
a man known to the employees as Oab, which stood for One Armed Bandit.
Oab was a terrible boss, hired only because of his disability, that
being that he had only one arm. He was universally disliked by everyone
who knew him. I recall one time very well when I was on a step ladder
in the saloon doing some cleaning when I accidentally put my head
in the way of the electric ceiling fan. The fan hit my head, knocked
me off the ladder onto the floor. Oab was watching the whole thing,
and promptly instructed me to resume my cleaning. There was not
a single thought of any potential injury that I might have suffered
either as a result of: (1) being hit on the head with the fan, or
(2) falling off the ladder onto the floor.
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4 memory was that of sweeping up money. As a member of the ground
crew, after the park had opened, we changed into uniforms, and went
around the park with a long-handled broom and long-handled dust
pan. During those times when there were lots of visitors, I kept
a REAL sharp eye to the ground, because there was many a dollar
bill that fell out of people's pockets, just waiting to be swept
into my dust pan. In all honesty, I'd look to see if I could find
who had lost the money, but the people were usually so focused on
the attractions that they almost never had any awareness of any
lost money. Thus, the money was usually lost in the crowd, but found
in my little sweeper.
You can
call me if you think I have any valid information that might help
you.
Bill
Scott, Carmichael, California
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