The primary purpose of our annual winter retreat to Florida was to get the staff together to conduct the business of Green Valley School. So, soon after our arrival at the Florida campus, we were all sitting around discussing investments, purchases, and possible expansion.
There was little discussion. “Sure, that sounds good,” and we were on to the next item. Ping. Ping. Ping. Vote. Vote. Vote. We were easily on our way to having business done in an hour. I suppose tens of thousands of dollars were committed.
Then someone proposed one little $2.50 change. Suddenly it looked like we might not be out of the meeting until the end of the week.
It was proposed we raise the allowance for students from $2.50 to $5 per week and we raise the weekly stipend for staff from $5 to $7.50.
Only $2.50 more per week. It made little difference to some, but tobacco and alcohol were the only things not provided by the school. For some of us that extra two and a half bucks were well worth fighting for. Skin was in the game.
The discussion went on. And on.
Decades later I mentioned that meeting to my brother-in-law. He had been hired to establish an electric utility outside of Portland, Oregon. He said he had been in many meetings where multimillion dollar transformers, reels of wire, and other equipment had been purchased without comment. But one day they were in need of a pickup truck. Just a pickup truck to toss some tools in the back and run off to a job. For the next several hours the discussion raged — Ford? Or Chevy?
In Florida, we took that extra two dollars and fifty cents and never looked back!
You have a very good memory. I remember meeting that went on and on. Just get me out of here. No more meeting for me after retirement.
I was staff at GVS from 72 til it closed. Thanks for getting us the $7.50 per week. The school finally acquired 3 VW bugs for staff days off. We took them to WDW, Daytona, St Augustine, etc. I’ve never gotten so much pleasure out of so little. When it came time to show Orange City that we mattered we were paid in dollar coins!
Great to hear your stories, Tom. I don’t know what WDW is. Other than the winter break of 1969 I was at the Green Valley campus.
Walt Disney World