Stayed home in morning. Ate lunch and then took Jeffrey with us to Knott's Berry Farm. We went through the Jungle Island, boys rode steamboat and merry-go-round, went across highway. Boys rode the train. Then we went through Indian Village. David Wayne got a hat with feather. Went through Old McDonald's Farm. Last, the boys rode old Model T cars. Came home and ate supper. Went to bed 10:30. Had a wonderful time!
Two fun-packed days in one weekend. Now we're getting somewhere. Today we made our second trip to Knott's Berry Farm, this time with the ten-year-old boy who lived upstairs from us. Below is a photo of the front and back of our Jungle Island tickets.
Apparently the main feature of Jungle Island was wooden sculptures of various animals called Wood-imals. I'm not really sure what the Wood-imal on the front of the ticket is supposed to be. Looks like it might be a dinosaur. In case you can't read all of the Rules and Regulations on the back of the ticket, here they are:
1. No tree climbing unless you are wearing a tail.
2. Do not feed our Wood-imals anything except sawdust.
3. Termites absolutely not admitted!
4. Folks over 90 free when accompanied by parents.
5. If a playful monster takes off an arm or foot, stop and tell us which one is guilty.
6. Carrying axes or saws is forbidden unless it is snowing.
7. Don't carve your name on Wood-imals or trees. Use a friend.
8. The cannibals of Jungle Island invite you to a B. B. Q. Just leave your name and the date you will be available.
9. Elephants admitted but must tiptoe across the bridge.
10. No guns allowed in the jungle. Our Wood-imals are friendly.
Speaking of Indian Village, below is a postcard of Chief Red Feather from Knott's Berry Farm.
The back of the postcard, which I didn't bother scanning, says "Chief Red Feather is a Navajo-Sioux Indian who has for many years greeted the guests at Knott's Berry Farm. His striking costume is more Sioux than Navajo. To meet this friendly man will be to better know and appreciate our American Indians."
As if that's not enough, I have also scanned a photo of me standing next to Chief Red Feather himself.
If you look closely you'll notice a few details of his costume don't match exactly with the one in the postcard, but it's pretty darn close. I think you can tell I'm thrilled to be posing for that picture while staring into the sun.
But I have a good reason to believe the picture with Chief Red Feather wasn't taken on this visit to Knott's Berry Farm. I have a small folded handout about the size of a business card that was probably given to anyone who walked near the chief or had their picture taken with him. This handout says Chief Red Feather was located in Ghost Town of all places, not Indian Village. I would really like to know the logic behind that decision and what Chief Red Feather thought about it. "Yeah, sure, go ahead and put me in Ghost Town. All of my people are dying off anyway thanks to the white man who immigrated to our land a few hundred years ago, so Ghost Town seems fitting. Hey, it's a gig."
(No, Chief Red Feather was not the crying Indian in the "Keep America Beautiful" commercials from 1971. That was American actor Iron Eyes Cody. (No relation to Iron Balls McGinty from "The Jerk."))
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