It all started when I was just a kid—most obsessions begin either early in one’s life or due to a traumatic/major event in one’s life. Mine began one wintry Saturday morning. My dad loved to watch cartoons with us. It used to make my mom nuts—there was no getting us out of the living room and away from the TV if Dad was in there with us. His favorite cartoons were Bugs Bunny and Wile E. Coyote, but there were Westerns on TV, too! Dad got me hooked on the Roy Rogers Show and John Wayne movies. To me these heroes were larger than life, did what was right, and seldom stopped to ask questions. Take charge men who weren’t afraid to use their fists to do the talking when the bad guys weren’t listening. Life was definitely simpler back then.
I started reading the TV schedule to see if there would be any cowboy movies on one of the daily movie channels: The Million Dollar Movie (Channel 9) or The 4:30 Movie (Channel 7). And before you ask, yes we had remotes back then—I was usually the closest to the TV, so I was the remote. When asked, I’d get up and change the channel. :-)
My dad was born in a little village outside of Denver, Colorado, a place called Louviers. It was a DuPont town, most of the residents worked for DuPont. Whenever he spoke about growing up out West, my imagination was right there with him, sneaking out his bedroom window when his mom (my Gram) would close her eyes in the middle of the day, and running hell-bent-for-leather across the open prairie. He had a souvenir that he picked up and my grandparents had stuffed for him—a Horned Toad—I don’t remember if it was alive at the time. As a kid I was fascinated by it—even though the stuffing was starting to come out and a leg or two threatened to fall off.
So when I was in high school and our folks decided we’d be driving cross-country to California, stopping off in Colorado to see where Dad was born—I couldn’t wait! To this day that will always be my favorite family vacation. I’m not sure my sisters or brother would agree, but to me it was paradise; seeing the Alamo in the pouring rain, tucked in alongside huge buildings, left a lasting impression. I have no idea why I thought it would be standing all alone out in the middle of nowhere—that must have been the Hollywood image in my brain—because I was also hoping to see Davy Crocket (played by Fess Parker…not the John Wayne version) standing guard. A wild imagination has never been a problem for me. LOL!
I loved the beauty of the West: skies so blue it actually hurt your eyes, air so hot we got sunburned at 5:00 in the afternoon while visiting the Sonora Desert Museum—yeah the Tarantula and Scorpion scared the you-know-what out of me! The colors of the Painted Desert were warm and inviting, while the Grand Canyon was amazingly austere—so huge and so deep. I’m not a fan of heights. The Petrified Forest was another highlight for me. So much of the desert appealed to me, I’m not sure if I could live there, but I’d love to go back.
All of the sights, sounds, and experiences just added to the allure of the American cowboy and his way of life for me. I’m still a sucker for a man with broad shoulders and working-man hands. A man who isn’t afraid to pit his strength and stubbornness against nature and come out on top! Oh and just FYI, in a battle against Aliens…Cowboys always win—they know how to fight dirty when it counts!
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DYLAN BY C.H. ADMIRAND – IN STORES JANUARY 2012About the Author: www.CHAdmiarand.com or follow her on twitter, @chadmirand.
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