Here,
according to my best remembering,
is
how our mother dressed my two brothers
and
me to go out and play in the 1950s.
I
know many things have changed since
then,
not the least of which is the sending
of
three kids aged 4, 5 and 6 outside alone
to
play. Let me know where you’re going
if
you leave the backyard, she would say.
Anyway,
this is how we were dressed on
any
given day to go out and play: Blue
jeans
by Wrangler with rolled-up cuffs;
footwear,
black, PF Flyers (because they
were
less expensive than the red or white);
tee-shirt,
white by Munsingwear; vinyl coon
skin
hat, replicated from Walt Disney’s
Davy
Crockett
(optional); six-shooter, cap
pistol
with holster,
and an
emboldened
yet
“Aww shucks, Ma'am” Roy
Rogers
attitude—Stick
‘em up, bad guys…Don’t
even
think
about messin’
with me!
And
my puzzled
neighborhood best
friend,
Larry,
would have to ask, Who are you
supposed
to be? (Had
I worn my red felt
cowboy
hat instead, I
suppose Larry
would
have
known immediately.)
Look
here,
I
would tell him, holding out my pistol.
It’s
engraved on these genuine pearl
handles,
can’t you see?
Chris
Hanch 1-20-18
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