I highly recommend watching Disneyland Dream, the home movie/documentary made by Robbins Barstow in 1956, and recently admitted to the National Film Registry. It documents his family winning a trip to the newly opened park, and is chock full of 1950s goodness, besides being just a well made and entertaining movie. The family all wear monogrammed Davy Crockett jackets hand made by Meg, the matriarch, and board a "Super Constellation" plane, looking tiny by modern standards, which has to stop in St. Louis to refuel and change crews. The narration fits perfectly, despite having been recorded forty years later, in 1995.

If that's not tempting enough, it turns out that a child handing out guides in one shot is none other than an eleven year old Steve Martin, as reported by the family's home town paper, the Hartford Courant.

One last thing: I never knew that 3M, the sponsors of the contest, stood for Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing company.