Bob, it was a gamechanger for me. My parents knew what they were doing My grandparents on my dad's side owned a very large farm up in Surrey, BC, and my dad knew what "work" was. He was teaching me a little lesson, and I have never, ever forgotten it! Speaking of Disneyland, I also worked at Disneyland for two summers (and part of my 1st college year as well). My dad designed and spec'ed all the lighting for Main Street, and one other part of the park (can't remember now, been so long). We had lifetime access to Disneyland and a membership to Club 33. My husband also worked at Disneyland as a second job - he brought back the Matterhorn mountain climbers (submitted a proposal to Disneyland to bring them back on a contract basis, and they accepted!)
I remember all those farms. Much of OC at that time was farmland or dairies. I remember when Goldenwest street was named 23rd street at PCH, and was a dirt road, chained off. Went through Shell Oil land. My dad used to drive us through at night for a little thrill He'd pull over, unchain the gate, pull in, the re-chain it. We had to drive really slowly because they would let cattle graze amongst the oil wells and it was pitch black at night. It became a paved road at the top of the hill, just past Yorktown, before you headed down the hill to Garfield. We were little kids and thought it was the naughtiest thing ever. Of course, he knew all the folks at Shell, so we really weren't getting away with anything, but we didn't know that!