Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smiling on ’til then
Who cares about the clouds when we’re together
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy trails to you, ’til we meet again.
If you grew up in America in the 1950’s, you probably watched the Roy Rogers’ show on television. Roy Rogers was the ultimate cowboy. My brothers and I watched it every week without fail watching Roy and his wife, Dale Evans, fight the bad guys. Roy rode his beautiful horse, Trigger, a palomino. Years later, he would have Trigger stuffed and put in the Roy Rogers museum. At the end of every show Roy and Dale would sing the above song. One thing I always noticed. When Roy Rogers was on his horse galloping after a bad guy, his cowboy hat never fell off his head. Don’t know why I noticed that, but I did.
This is a long way around to telling you about another dream I had the other night and forgot to write about on my last post. I dreamed I was at Roy Rogers’ funeral. There were a lot of people there, but no one was crying. In fact, people looked pretty happy. And then, I noticed something you don’t see at funerals. The guy they were remembering was alive and standing in the crowd of people, talking and laughing with them Yes, there was Roy Rogers standing there. It made me so happy to see him. And then I woke up. I know Roy Rogers is happy where he is right now so the dream actually made me happy, too.
There was actually Roy Rogers’ fabric for sale a few years ago and I got some. I hate to cut it up, though. Maybe I’ll get it out and make a little quilt to remind me of all those shows I watched with Roy and Dale.
Here’s to Roy Rogers, one of the greatest cowboys of all time. I hope to see him one day. Bye.
I was a HUGE Roy Rogers fan. I ran away from home when I was 10 in hopes of making it to California and having Roy adopt me or even better, have him become my boyfriend. Not sure what I planed to do with Dale:)) I loved my parents but I loved Roy more. Luckily Dad found me just a few blocks from home. Next time you dream of him, give him a hug for me.
He was a handsome man and a very kind one. I never heard anything bad about him. But I will hug him for you when I see him.