I remember Knotts' fried chicken dinners in the 70's. They were good!
Speaking of Knotts, back in the fifties, my oldest brother, about age 13 or 14, wrote to Walter Knott and asked if he and a buddy could come and spend the night where there used to be a group of circled covered wagons on the property. Mr. Knott graciously invited the boys to bring their sleeping bags and camp out. They rode their bikes out there from Long Beach and had a great time!
This was back when it didn’t cost anything to get in and the train, stage coach etc. were probably a dime to ride, if that. And robbers did in fact hop on board every train ride with guns blazing! And none of us kids ever suffered from nightmares or any other trauma as a result, we thought it was great fun and not far off from the cowboy movies we enjoyed.
My Dad and I would often drive out to the General Store at Knotts to buy the best licorice pipes I’ve ever had, plus horehound drops. Those were the days!