In the early 1950's, we would sometimes visit my uncle's chicken farm in Anaheim. If we stayed overnight, the roosters would wake us up. My mother described the farm as being "way out in the country." Today, that's not quite the case--a business called Disneyland sits on the site.
My first visit to Disneyland was around 1956 or 1957, after a train trip from Texas, I think my dad, who didn’t live with us paid for the trip, he must have had a good year.