My first SDC memories are from 1970 or '71; I was 7 or 8 the first time we went, and I went with my family every summer until I was a sophomore in college, c.1983. I took my two sons in 1998, and now that I have a 5 year old, I'm eager to take the whole family again.
I like to say we discovered Branson when it was still Branson, before it became Nashville.
Because we went every year, some of the memories are muddled and out of order. One of the first years that we went, Dad whispered to one of the performers on Main Street, who then sought out my teenage sister, who was blushingly dragged into the middle of a fight between two would-be suitors. While Dad took pictures.
I remember Fire In The Hole being a brand-new exciting ride. I remember Rube's Diving Bell, which I thought was very well done. I was disappointed when it went away.
I remember the wonderful spaghetti at Molly's Mill. And the funnel cakes, of course. Having long conversations with Shad Heller while he worked at the forge. Grandfather's Mansion, which we always just called "the crazy house". The spooky projected faces in the Flooded Mine. The old fellow clog/jig dancing on a piece of plywood near the entrance. Yelling "rutabaga!" for the group photo at Marvel Cave. "The Rock of Many Names", and "domino staircase". The train robbery. Music at the gazebo, and everywhere else.
Man... I've really
got to get back there soon. It's... ummm... for the kids, of course.