It’s called Morgan’s Wonderland. The father’s company has also built a community center next to the park.
I wish more millionaires and billionaires would use their exorbitant wealth for community service. Clearly they can still be wealthy and make positive impacts in the world.
I have a hard time imagining not doing that if I were rich. The constant motivation to do something to help people would be so strong.
That’s what happened to Rockefeller and Carnegie. After, I think, Vanderbilt died Rockefeller and Carnegie got into a competition to see who can give away the most money. They donated buildings, money, and all sorts of stuff till they died. The thing is, they were making so much money through their businesses they ended up with more money when they died.
Of course this “change of heart” the 2 had was after decades of competing to be the richest man in the world. They accomplished this by not paying workers enough, and even making production more dangerous. The steel workers were being injured at a rate of 1 in 9. They should have been taxed properly to begin with and pay their workers better instead of calling pinkertons to shoot them when they striked.
The Pinkerton/steel workers were Carnegie. Rockefeller had his own problems, include running newspaper articles saying electricity is dangerous and burns down houses, so stick with Rockefeller kerostine lamps or other trusted oil products.
If we taxed them and closed loopholes, we wouldn’t have to depend on them being generous on a whim and paying their fair share…
I’d be a full on hedonist. Donate to causes in person for the smiles and the thanks.
Having my name on stuff - eh… not as important b/c I see how colloquial names are given and dedicator’s names[1] are ignored.
[1] Bay Area people: you ever hop on the Nimitz or Junipero Sera? More like the 880 or the 280. Or do you hear “John F. Kennedy Space Center” or just “Cape Canaveral” when rockets launch?
They all want to be remembered and worshiped for what they accomplished by seeing numbers go up in their bank account.
They are too egotistical to realize they would actually earn respect, adoration and have a legacy if they put their money towards helping the world be a better place. Instead they seem to think having a dick measuring contest via rocketships is a good way to help humanity.
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.
This just makes me think of south park where Cartman buys a theme park but with a more wholesome twist.
I read “A Texas dad sold off his business…” and expected that to go in a different direction.
