This post is for my friend Art, with whom I share a love of shrimp perloo, Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, and progressive politics. Thanks for the article on which the post below is based.
As a kid I was enamored of all things cowboy: Roy Rodgers and Dale Evans, Hopalong Cassidy, Gene Autry, The Lone Ranger and Tonto. I had a holster set with matching six guns, which I wore everyplace but to school and church. I had a double barreled rifle — toy, of course, but it looked pretty real.
I watched the Roy Rogers and Dale Evans show regularly between 1951 and 1957, when it went off the air. In 1953, Dale Evans published Angel Unaware, a short book about the death of their 2 year old daughter Robin, who suffered from Down syndrome. I was eight; my infant sister Barbara had died in 1950. I think I was looking for someone to make sense of it, as my parents rarely talked about Barbara once she was gone. Here was Dale Evans, writing a whole book about her lost child.
I never cared much about Roy Rogers restaurants, because I don’t often eat that kind of food. But the Roy Rogers Museum in Branson, Missouri, is filled with all the things I remember from the show.
The museum has just closed, a victim of belonging to an earlier era. I know Roy and Dale; I doubt my kids do, much less my grandkids. Rogers evidently told his son that at the point the museum began losing money, it should be closed and the contents sold.
You could have had Trigger, stuffed, for $266,500.00.
Happy trails to you too.