Day 51
“Slow down,” Sis says to Miss Harley (the dog). “You move too fast!” pipes up her visitor. Our mother has blessed us sisters with a charming habit of chatting in song lyrics. Just ask our children, or even Cooper. He’s greeted almost every morning with “Good morning to you. Good morning to you. We’re all in our places…” Or ask my granddaughter, Julie about my full-throated rendition, with accompanying head gestures, of “Schools out for summer!!! Schools out forever!!!”
Well, today the song was “Davey Crockett – king of the wild frontier.”
I looked it up. Fes Parker took up the musket and coonskin cap playing Davey Crockett in 1955 well before I was aware of anything but my belly button, but I do remember watching the reruns in the ’60s. I was enamored but I wasn’t really aware of the real person. When I passed through Davey’s hometown today and noticed the memorials, I couldn’t help but be curious about the man.
Fes Parket
Davy Crockett
I’m pretty sure I knew he died at the Alamo. I didn’t know the story of why he was so far away from home. I also didn’t know that he was elected to the US House of Representatives and was a strong advocate of small government and states rights. That makes him special in my eyes. It’s a fascinating, but way too long story to repeat here, but he might be on my list of biographies to read one of these days.
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