For the Love of Westerns

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Growing up, we watched Westerns on television. These shows from the 1950’s provided bored kids from my generation with fun on summer afternoons. Although they offered plenty of action and romance, the television Westerns also gave us entertainment with clear-cut morality and an easy escape from the complexity of the growing digital age.

They may seem simplistic now, but Westerns like The Rifleman and Bonanza were based in a morality that even kids could grasp. The good guys wore white hats and had strong family values. The men were heroes who took care of their families and only shot the bad guys when they absolutely had to. Indeed, these shows provided me with plenty of excitement and a clear idea of good vs. evil. Evil may exist, but there is hope in the heroes who wear those white hats and an easy grin.

Now, Westerns have become more complex in their morality, perhaps more realistic, but less easy for a kid to find an idea of good and bad in their characters. This, of course, makes them more applicable to the modern viewpoint, but I think there is something to be said for the heroes that I knew as a kid. Those guys in white hats were clean-cut and slow-to-shoot, but they made a big impression on our view of the world and its own ideas of good and evil.

On Porch Swings and Good Memories

Original Photo by taliesin on Morguefile.com
Original Photo by taliesin on Morguefile.com

Back in the day…yes, I’m going to reminisce a bit.

I am old enough to remember when people would sit on their front porches, enjoying the weather and talking with their neighbors. People knew one another and shared their stories from the day, whether it was work or kids or home. Too, they would offer each other sweet tea and cookies if the need arose.

I know it sounds a bit like a fairy tale at this point. Now, I see people rush by on their daily walks, listening to music or chatting on their phone. No one sits outside any more, and very few of us know our neighbors. We lead hurried, isolated lives while being electronically connected to the world.

When I was growing up, we didn’t have all of those electronic devices for entertainment. We talked, played cards and board games, and did crafts. The fathers in our neighborhood played basketball in the evenings, and the kids enjoyed games of “Red Light, Green Light” and “Red Rover.” The mothers chatted, drinking tea or some other such drink. Cookies and Kool-aid were plentiful for all.

Porch swings were a place to sit a spell. They were outdoors but shaded, allowing you to enjoy that cool breeze that comes by every once in a while. They were a place to prepare freshly picked green beans for the pot or even work on a cross stitch. And for kids, they were a place where you could dangle your legs off the side and swing as hard as you could, at least until your parents caught you.

Yes, for some it might seem a fairytale. But for the rest of us, those porch swings bring back some good memories, and perhaps, a bit of sadness for what we’ve lost.