Morgan’s Wonderland was named after his daughter, Morgan, pictured on the left in the top picture. At one point, he bought the house nextdoor to my mom and turned it into a transitional group home for young adults with special needs.
We’d frequently see Morgan at the house, helping out with different projects. Morgan’s father seemed to be an incredibly kind and generous man who understood that money=power or at least opportunity and recognized his financial privilege.
When he finally decided to sell the group home, he sold it to another company who shared his principles of helping kids with special needs.
Now, my sister has kids whom she and my mom take to Morgan’s Wonderland. Her kids are not significantly limited by any special needs, but the park is so accessible that is one of the few places where parents with young toddlers or infants can take their children on rides or let them roam relatively free at the splash pads.
All-in-all, I’d say that Morgan and her father have been incredibly positive influences on San Antonio and the community.
I had to go look back at who posted this comment (I don’t usually look) and I knew it was going to be you.
I’ve taken my special needs nephews there and it’s amazing. They both loved the Ferris wheel so I had to ride it what felt like a hundred times. Even the regular ticket prices are really good for the quality of the place.
It’s a good day when a Texas drunk recognizes the contributions of the fartographer (a moniker my phone tried desperately to avoid).
I think the fartographer is a neat person. We’ve discussed Texas stuff and checked on each other during the hurricane. When I get the opportunity it’s always a nice conversation. That’s the closest thing I have to a friend on Lemmy.
So it’s definitely a good day for me.
