We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Loved Cheyenne. By the time my family got our first television set in the early 60's, Cheyenne was part of an anthology series with Maverick, Bronco, and Sugarfoot. (I still remember all the theme songs) That was a golden age of TV for little boys.
That was a golden age of TV for little boys. I'd say kids of all ages. In our wisdom, we barred [wicked] TV from the house until the late '70s when #6 finally graduated college. Looking back, I wonder if that was the right thing to do. I now watch some of those shows on deep cable, (COZI, Antenna TV...) and can't really see why we banned TV back then . Maybe there was other stuff on we didn't want the kids to watch; it's so long ago I really can't remember.
Starting in 1956 I had a huge crush on this man. I was 12 and I finally got to see him one day by accident. We were both on horseback. It was the good men, both in the classroom and on the screen, that protected me from the evil one close at hand. The road leading to finding a good man started with Cheyenne!
Growing up, I was never a big fan of Westerns TV shows. My grandfather and uncle both farmed out west- wheat, cotton, and cattle. I loved visiting them, and was thrilled when I got cowboy boots for my 6th birthday- just like they wore. The Westerns TV shows didn't reflect the West that I knew, which is probably why I didn't much like them.
Basically more conflict and violence than in the West I saw, yes. Another difference was that while the Indians were usually the bad guys in the Westerns, my mother's brothers both had wives that were 1/8 Indian. My mixed-race cousins didn't fit the TV show narratives.
Though when I was an adult and finally was privy to a more complete family history, I found out bad guys were still out there. Just not ones with guns. My uncle graduated from high school at age 15 during the Depression. Lacking the funds to go to college, he went into business. At age 16 he was a partner in a gas station. His adult partner stole from him, leaving my uncle with a bankrupt gas station. Three decades later, when my cousin was in college, a parent dropping his son off at the frat house asked my cousin if he was the son of X. My cousin was the son of X. The parent then told my cousin to say hello to his dad. That parent at the frat house was the fraudulent partner at the gas station.