Friday, March 19, 2010

Davy, Davy Crockett

1954. A seven year old girl sat before the Raytheon television. “When you wish upon a star….” Tinkerbell flew into our living room bringing Walt Disney with her.

Frontier Land, Adventure Land, Tomorrow Land and Fantasy Land. Every Sunday evening the Loxley’s went to Disneyland. I always wanted either Fantasy Land or Frontier Land but was more than happy to take whatever Walt was giving in that particular episode. Our world grew looking into the future. We traveled the world with each adventure. We giggled at Donald Duck and flew with Peter. Fess Parker was born on a mountaintop and captured a little girl’s heart.

With the passing of Fess Parker yesterday, memories settle in of a little girl sitting on the edge of her seat watching Davy Crockett and his friend Mingo (Ed Ames) try their best to resolve conflict in the wild frontier. A man in a history book became a living legion, one I could see. I had a crush on Fess. Hm. Interesting name. Hm.

I sat in the corner of the basement playing the old record player. Over and over again the little Golden Record spun round and round. “Born on a mountain top in Tennessee…” My little voice would belt out the words, “Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier”. Played so often that the grooves wore down. Over and over again the same song with a little girl never tiring of the words or the show that went along with it.

Walt Disney lived in our house. Well, not literally. He gave us such delight over the years. Mickey Mouse Club taught me a lot about being a preteen, a teenager. I fell in love with Spin, I danced with Bobby. My world became a bit larger because of this man named Disney.

I’ve been singing “The Ballad of Davy Crockett” since yesterday. The song echoes in my head and a little girl once more sits on the edge of her seat waiting for the next episode.

Thanks, Walt. RIP, Fess.

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